I Will Die If I Lose You,

To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.

Often It Is Fatal To Live Too Long.

Flight Is Lawful, When One Flies From Tyrants.

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.

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?