Whoever Can Do As He Pleases, Commands

Each Instant Of Life Is A Step Toward Death.

Guess If You Can, Choose If You Dare.

Rome Is No Longer In Rome, It Is Here Where I Am.

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained

By Speaking Of Our Misfortunes We Often Relieve Them. [fr., A Raconter Ses Maux Souvent On Les Soulage.]