It Is Only Blood That Can Wash

I Love You Much Less Than My God, But Much More Than Myself.

Your Christians, Whom One Persecutes In Vain, Have Something In Them That Surpasses The Human. They Lead A Life Of Such Innocence,that The Heavens Owe Them Some Recognition: That They Arise The Stronger The More They Are Beaten Down Is Hardly The Result Of Common Virtues.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared. [fr., Le Bonheur Semble Fait Pour Etre Partage.]

He Who Does Not Fear Death Cares Naught For Threats.