Two Messengers Covered With Dust Come To

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.

It Is Done... The Precious Portrait Placed In The Hands Of The Gentlemen For Safe Keeping.

It Is One Of My Sources Of Happiness Never To Desire A Knowledge Of Other People's Business.

Two Messengers Covered With Dust Come To Bid Me Fly, But I Wait For Him.

When I Shall Again Write To You, Or Where I Shall Be Tomorrow, I Cannot Tell.