And Do You Count For Nothing God

The Heart That Can No Longer Love Passionately Must With Fury Hate.

The Crime Of A Mother Is A Heavy Burden.

Often It Is Fatal To Live Too Long.

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.

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.