He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.

Felicity Is In Possession, Happiness In Anticipation.

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Ones. Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.