The Ancients, Sir, Are The Ancients, And

Love Is A Great Master. It Teaches Us To Be What We Never Were.

Ah, There Are No Children Nowadays.

One Cannot But Mistrust A Prospect Of Felicity: One Must Enjoy It Before One Can Believe In It.

What A Terrible Thing To Be A Great Lord, Yet A Wicked Man.

The Envious Will Die, But Envy Never. [fr., Les Envieux Mourront, Mais Non Jamais L'envie.]