If You Suppress Grief Too Much, It

How Easy Love Makes Fools Of Us.

Those Whose Conduct Gives Room For Talk Are Always The First To Attack Their Neighbors.

Without Dance, A Man Can Do Nothing.

I Will Not Leave You Until I Have Seen You Hanged.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?