Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
This innocence begins to weigh me down.
Extreme justice is often injustice.
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.