O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

There Is Nothing More Dread And More Shameless Than A Woman Who Plans Such Deeds In Her Heart As The Foul Deed Which She Plotted When She Contrived Her Husband's Murder.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor