Virtue Has A Veil, Vice A Mask.

There Is No More Sovereign Eloquence Than The Truth In Indignation.

Look Not At The Face, Young Girl, Look At The Heart. The Heart Of A Handsome Young Man Is Often Deformed. There Are Hearts In Which Love Does Not Keep. Young Girl, The Pine Is Not Beautiful; It Is Not Beautiful Like The Poplar, But It Keeps Its Foliage In Winter.

A Criminal Remains A Criminal Whether He Uses A Convict's Suit Or A Monarch's Crown.

The Last Resort Of Kings, The Cannonball. The Last Resort Of The People, The Paving Stone.

To Think Of Shadows Is A Serious Thing.