To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Crimes. Whoever Has Been Able To Transgress The Limits Set By Law May Afterwards Violate The Most Sacred Rights; Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees, And Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.

The Feeling Of Mistrust Is Always The Last Which A Great Mind Acquires.