If I Could Believe That This Was

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?

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.

The Heart That Can No Longer Love Passionately Must With Fury Hate.

Small Crimes Always Precedes Great Ones.

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!