Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A Ses Degre S. Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

Disagreeable Suspicions Are Usually The Fruits Of A Second Marriage.

On The Throne, One Has Many Worries; And Remorse Is The One That Weighs The Least.