Order Is The Key To

I Am A Count, Not A Saint.

Ah, Lips That Say One Thing, While The Heart Thinks Another.

I Prefer The Wicked Rather Than The Foolish. The Wicked Sometimes Rest.

But Valentine, Why Despair, Why Always Paint The Future In Such Sombre Hues?" Maximilien Asked. "because, My Friend, I Judge It By The Past.

You Who Weep For Pleasures Fled, While Dragging On A Life Of Care, All Your Woes Will Melt In Air, If To God Your Tears Are Shed, You Who Weap!