All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind,

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

The Heart That Can No Longer Love Passionately Must With Fury 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.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

A Single Word Often Betrays A Great Design.