By Dying I Wanted To Maintain My

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.

And Do You Count For Nothing God Who Fights For Us?

Some Smaller Crimes Always Precede The Great Crimes.

According As The Man Is, So Must You Humour Him.

This Innocence Begins To Weigh Me Down.