One Bites Into The Brass Mouthpiece Of

Every Night When I Go To Bed, I Hope That I May Never Wake Again, And Every Morning Renews My Grief.

Approval Or Blame Will Follow In The World To Come.

Our Castle Is Not Imposing, But Is Well Built, And Surrounded By A Very Fine Garden. I Live In The Bailiff's House.

You Believe Happiness To Be Derived From The Place In Which Once You Have Been Happy, But In Truth It Is Centered In Ourselves.

Above All Things, I Must Not Get Angry. If I Do Get Angry I Knock All The Teeth Out Of The Mouth Of The Poor Wretch Who Has Angered Me.