There's No Love Lost Between Us.

All The Vices, Sancho, Bring Some Kind Of Pleasure With Them; But Envy Brings Nothing But Irritation, Bitterness, And Rage.

All Persons Are Not Discreet Enough To Know How To Take Things By The Right Handle.

Historians Ought To Be Precise, Faithful, And Unprejudiced; And Neither Interest Nor Fear, Hatred Nor Affection, Should Make Them Swerve From The Way Of Truth.

God Who Gives The Wound Gives The Salve.

My Heart Is Wax Molded As She Pleases, But Enduring As Marble To Retain.