The Face, Not The Woman Is The

Let Me Moderate Our Sorrows. The Grief Of A Man Should Not Exceed Proper Bounds, But Be In Proportion To The Blow He Has Received. [lat., Ponamus Nimios Gemitus: Flagrantior Aequo Non Debet Dolor Esse Viri, Nec Vulnere Major.]

Seldom Do People Discern Eloquence Under A Threadbare Cloak

Dat Veniam Corvis, Vexat Censura Columbas. - Censure Acquits The Raven, But Pursues The Dove.

Revenge, We Find, The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind.

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.