To repair the irreparable ravages of time.

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

The faith that acts not, is it truly faith?

You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.

None love, but they who wish to love.

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.

I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?