I Write With One Hand,

Nature, Like A Kind And Smiling Mother, Lends Herself To Our Dreams And Cherishes Our Fancies.

There Is A Secret Drawer In Every Woman's Heart.

God Became Man, Granted. The Devil Became A Woman.

It Is Grievous For A Man To Leave Behind Him A Shadow In His Own Shape.

Good Actions Are The Invisible Hinges On The Doors Of Heaven.