According As The Man Is, So Must

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.

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?

Disagreeable Suspicions Are Usually The Fruits Of A Second Marriage.

Without Money Honor Is Merely A Disease.