How good is God! How sweet his yoke! Votes: 11
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. Votes: 5
Crime, like virtue, has its degrees. Votes: 5
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey. Votes: 5
I have everything, yet have nothing; and although I possess nothing, still of nothing am I in want. Votes: 2
Extreme justice is often injustice. Votes: 0
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away. Votes: 0
Often it is fatal to live too long. Votes: 0
I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror. Votes: 0
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. Votes: 0
Too much virtue can be criminal. Votes: 0
My only hope lies in my despair. Votes: 0
Innocence has nothing to dread. Votes: 0