If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.

I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.

Innocence has nothing to dread.

My only hope lies in my despair.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

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

Is a faith without action a sincere faith?