I Had Seen The Great, But I

Necessity Inspires The Fatal Thought.

Original Thoughts Can Be Understood Only In Virtue Of The Unoriginal Elements Which They Contain.

There Is A Silence, The Child Of Love, Which Expresses Everything, And Proclaims More Loudly Than The Tongue Is Able To Do; There Are Movements That Are Involuntary Proofs Of What The Soul Feels.

Sometimes Blood, For The Sake Of Sparing It, Is Spilled.

The Guilty Is He Who Meditates A Crime; The Punishment Is His Who Lays The Plot.