A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury.

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

You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.

I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.

Crime, like virtue, has its degrees.

The part I remember best is the beginning.

And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?