And Do You Count For Nothing God

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

And Forever Goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, Can You Imagine How Dreadful This Cruel Word Sounds When One Loves?

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

Extreme Justice Is Often Injustice.

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.