And Do You Count For Nothing God

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!

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

And Forever Goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, Can You Imagine How Dreadful This Cruel Word Sounds When One Loves?

There Are No Secrets That Time Does Not Reveal.