Above Our Life We Love

Who Hateth Me But For My Happiness? Or Who Is Honored Now But For His Wealth? Rather Had I, A Jew, Be Hated Thus, Than Pitied In A Christian Poverty.

Lone Women, Like To Empty Houses, Perish.

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?

He Must Have A Long Spoon That Eats With The Devil.

Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.