Often It Is Fatal To Live Too

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

She Wavers, She Hesitates; In One Word — She Is A Woman.

Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

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