The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!

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.

Do Not They Bring It To Pass By Knowing That They Know Nothing At All?

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

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.