There Is Nothing Original; All Is Reflected

A Married Woman Is A Slave You Must Know How To Seat Upon A Throne.

True Love Is Eternal, Infinite, And Always Like Itself. It Is Equal And Pure.

Small Natures Require Despotism To Exercise Their Sinews, As Great Souls Thirst For Equality To Give Play To Their Heart.

Death Unites As Well As Separates; It Silences All Paltry Feeling.

Women Themselves Are So Happy, And So Beautiful, When They're Strong, That They Naturally Choose Powerful Men, Even If That Power's So Enermous There's A Real Risk It Could Shatter Them.