The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal

How Good Is God! How Sweet His Yoke!

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

And Forever Goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, Can You Imagine How Dreadful This Cruel Word Sounds When One Loves?

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.