The Day Is Not Purer Than The

Great Crimes Come Never Singly; They Are Linked To Sins That Went Before.

Me, Rule? Me, Place The State Under My Law, When My Feeble Reason No Longer Rules Even Myself!

She Wavers, She Hesitates; In One Word — She Is A Woman.

Felicity Is In Possession, Happiness In Anticipation.

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