My Tongue Swore, But My Mind Was

There Is No Evil As Terrible As A Woman.

Vengeance Comes Not Slowly Either Upon You Or Any Other Wicked Man, But Steals Silently And Imperceptibly, Placing Its Foot On The Bad.

No One Can Confidently Say That He Will Still Be Living Tomorrow.

I Think It Makes Small Difference To The Dead, If They Are Buried In The Tokens Of Luxury. All That Is An Empty Glorification Left For Those Who Live.

If Some Appalling Disaster Befalls, There's Always A Way For The Rich.