The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.

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.

Henceforth The Majesty Of God Revere;fear Him, And You Have Nothing Else To Fear.

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!