Often It Is Fatal To

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

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

Great Crimes Come Never Singly; They Are Linked To Sins That Went Before.

Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!