Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

The best love come from the heart, not from the mouth.

Then a lawyer said, But what of our laws, master? And he answered: 'You delight in laying down laws. Yet you delight more in breaking them.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.

Yea, death and prison we mete out To small offenders of the laws, While honor, wealth, and full respect On greater pirates we bestow. To steal a flower we call mean. To rob a field is chivalry; Who kills the body he must die, Who kills the spirit he goes free.

For the criminal who is weak and poor the narrow cell of death awaits; but honor and glory await the rich who conceal their crimes behind their gold and silver and inherited glory.