Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For

He Who Bridles The Fury Of The Billows Knows Also To Put A Stop To The Secret Plans Of The Wicked. Submitting With Respect To His Holy Will, I Fear God, And Have No Other Fear.

There May Be Guilt When There Is Too Much Virtue.

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.

To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.

Great Crimes Come Never Singly; They Are Linked To Sins That Went Before.