Reason Is The Historian, But Passions Are

Rumor, Once Started, Rushes On Like A River, Until It Mingles With, And Is Lost In The Sea.

It Is The Dim Haze Of Mystery That Adds Enchantment To Pursuit.

There Is Even The Dignity Of Vice.

The Subtle Sauce Of Malice Is Often Indulged In By Maidens Of Uncertain Age, Over Their Tea.

The Absolute Ruler May Be A Nero, But He Is Sometimes A Titus Or Marc Aurelius; The People Is Often Nero, But Never Marc Aurelius.