He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!

To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

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

I Embrace My Rival, But Only To Strangle Him.