You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Crimes. Whoever Has Been Able To Transgress The Limits Set By Law May Afterwards Violate The Most Sacred Rights; Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees, And Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.

He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep On Sunday.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

How Good Is God! How Sweet His Yoke!