Necessity Inspires The Fatal Thought.

Disgrace Does Not Consist In The Punishment, But In The Crime.

Original Thoughts Can Be Understood Only In Virtue Of The Unoriginal Elements Which They Contain.

There Is A Silence, The Child Of Love, Which Expresses Everything, And Proclaims More Loudly Than The Tongue Is Able To Do; There Are Movements That Are Involuntary Proofs Of What The Soul Feels.

Thou Knowest Not The Endless Artifices Of A Court. Invented Crimes Are Often There Alleged; But Real Ones, And Those Especially, Which May Offend His Pride, Are Oftentimes Not To A King Divulged.

For 'tis Impossible Hate To Return With Love.