Small Crimes Always Precedes Great Ones.

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

Can A Faith That Does Nothing Be Called Sincere?

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

Me, Rule? Me, Place The State Under My Law, When My Feeble Reason No Longer Rules Even Myself!