Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All

Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.

I Embrace My Rival, But Only To Strangle Him.

The Crime Of A Mother Is A Heavy Burden.

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.