I Awoke One Morning And

But What Is Hope? Nothing But The Paint On The Face Of Existence; The Least Touch Of Truth Rubs It Off, And Then We See What A Hollow-cheeked Harlot We Have Got Hold Of.

History - The Devil's Scripture

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.

There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose Domestic Treason Plants The Poniard Within The Breast That Trusted To His Truth

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.