I Loved You When You Were Unfaithful;

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind, And Neptune.

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

He Who Bridles The Fury Of The Billows Knows Also To Put A Stop To The Secret Plans Of The Wicked. Submitting With Respect To His Holy Will, I Fear God, And Have No Other Fear.

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.