The Guilty Are Alarmed And Turn Pale

The Same Dish Cooked Over And Over Again Wears Out The Irksome Life Of The Teacher.

Every Fault Of The Mind Becomes More Conspicuous And More Guilty In Proportion To The Rank Of The Offender

No One Rejoices More In Revenge Than Woman.

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

Who Is To Guard The Guards Themselves?