This is the curse of an evil deed, that it incites and must bring forth more evil.
I follow my heart, for I can trust it.
While the womanly god demands our veneration, the godlike woman kindles our love; but while we allow ourselves to melt in the celestial loveliness, the celestial self-sufficiency holds us back in awe.
Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.
Emulation is a noble and just passion, full of appreciation.
The voice of the majority is no proof of justice.