Good and bad may not be dissevered; There is, as there should be, a commingling.
Oh, what a power is motherhood, possessing a potent spell. Love, Light, Blessings
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
What anger worse or slower to abate then lovers love when it turns to hate.
If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.
Evil men by their own nature cannot ever prosper.