There Seems To Be Some Pleasure For

This Is Courage In A Man: To Bear Unflinchingly What Heaven Sends.

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.

Our Lives ... Are But A Little While, So Let Them Run As Sweetly As You Can, And Give No Thought To Grief From Day To Day. For Time Is Not Concerned To Keep Our Hopes, But Hurries On Its Business, And Is Gone.

Leave No Stone Unturned.

My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart Has Somewhat Of Impurity.