In The Vain Laughter Of Folly Wisdom

Our Deeds Are Fetters That We Forge Ourselves.

We Must Find Our Duties In What Comes To Us, Not In What Might Have Been.

... When One's Outward Lot Is Perfect, The Sense Of Inward Imperfection Is The More Pressing.

All The Learnin' My Father Ever Paid For Was A Bit O' Birch At One End And The Alphabet At Th ' Other.

And When A Woman's Will Is As Strong As The Man's Who Wants To Govern Her, Half Her Strength Must Be Concealment.