And Do You Count For Nothing God

The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal Of Love.

Me, Rule? Me, Place The State Under My Law, When My Feeble Reason No Longer Rules Even Myself!

He Who Will Travel Far Spares His Steed.

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

If I Could Believe That This Was Said Sincerely, I Could Put Up With Anything.