Character: Mercedes

Without love the world would be a gloomy prison,
And longing, like a vampire, possess the soul,
Only the heart will always believe and wait.

Fernand, ' said Mercedes, shaking her head, - you can be a bad mistress, and it is impossible to guarantee that you be honest with your wife, if not love her husband, and the other.

- Well, you know, my eyes were killing people. Nothing special. All people die. The stupid ones die like oxen, they know not why. Even funny. Beating each other with batons and fists, break on each other, squabbling like dogs over bones. Because the work for which they are fighting is the same bone. If they are still killing each other over women, of ideas, of gold, or fabulous diamonds! But no - they are only hungry, and fight for the sake of some crumbs, just to fill the stomach!