I Embrace My Rival, But Only To

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

He Who Has Far To Ride Spares His Horse.

Felicity Is In Possession, Happiness In Anticipation.

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Ones. Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.