I Have Loved Him Too Much Not

To Save Our Imperiled Honor Everything Must Be Sacrificed, Even Virtue.

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Crimes. Whoever Has Been Able To Transgress The Limits Set By Law May Afterwards Violate The Most Sacred Rights; Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees, And Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.

On The Throne, One Has Many Worries; And Remorse Is The One That Weighs The Least.

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

None Love, But They Who Wish To Love.