The Quarrels Of Lovers Are

Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.

Have There Ever Been More Submissive Slaves? Adoring, Even In Their Irons, The God Who Punishes Them.

The Feeling Of Mistrust Is Always The Last Which A Great Mind Acquires.

None Love, But They Who Wish To Love.

She Wavers, She Hesitates; In One Word — She Is A Woman.