We Die Only Once, And For Such

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

But It Is Not Reason That Governs Love.

One Is Easily Fooled By That Which One Loves.

Birth Means Nothing Where There Is No Virtue.

She Is Laughing Up Her Sleeve At You.