True, I Have Raped History, But It

Without Reflecting That This Is The Only Moment In Which You Can Study Character," Said The Count; "on The Steps Of The Scaffold Death Tears Off The Mask That Has Been Worn Through Life, And The Real Visage Is Disclosed.

For There Are Two Distinct Sorts Of Ideas: Those That Proceed From The Head And Those That Emanate From The Heart.

What A Fool I Was, Not To Tear My Heart Out On The Day When I Resolved To Revenge Myself!

It Was Like The Eve Of A Battle; The Hearts Beat, The Eyes Laughed, And They Felft That The Life They Were Perhaps Going To Lose, Was After All, A Good Thing.

I Am Strong Against Everything, Except Against The Death Of Those I Love. He Who Dies Gains; He Who Sees Others Die Loses.