I Embrace My Rival, But Only To

Crime Like Virtue Has Its Degrees; And Timid Innocence Was Never Known To Blossom Suddenly Into Extreme License.

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.

There May Be Guilt When There Is Too Much Virtue.

To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.