The Ramparts Of Vienna Are Crumbling Into

Austrian Soldiers Are Like Horses: Brave But Easily Frightened.

Just As The Queen Bee, The Highest-ranking, Peerless Creature Of Her Hive, Is Surrounded By Lowly Drones To Please Her, Whereas The Workers Produce Honey, The Same Way Is The One Who Sits On The Throne An Equal Only To Himself, And No One's Companion.

Gratitude Is A Fickle Thing, Indeed. A Person Taking Aim Presses The Weapon To His Chest And Cheek, But When He Hits, He Discardsit With Indifference.

Robespierre, This Pedant Of Freedom!

I Am A Woman, And Even If I Could Proceed With Harshness And Rigidity, It Would Disgust Me Nonetheless.