I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

Small crimes always precedes great ones.

My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

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.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.