I Embrace My Rival, But Only To

Have There Ever Been More Submissive Slaves? Adoring, Even In Their Irons, The God Who Punishes Them.

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Crimes. Whoever Has Been Able To Transgress The Limits Set By Law May Afterwards Violate The Most Sacred Rights; Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees, And Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.

I Loved You When You Were Unfaithful; What Would I Have Done If You Were True?

The Crime Of A Mother Is A Heavy Burden.