The Part I Remember Best Is The

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

The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal Of Love.

Without Money Honor Is Merely A Disease.

When Will The Veil Be Lifted That Casts So Black A Night Over The Universe? God Of Israel, Lift At Last The Gloom: For How Long Will You Be Hidden?

The Face Of Tyranny Is Always Mild At First.