Great crimes come never singly; they are linked To sins that went before.
Too much virtue can be criminal.
I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.
I can hear those glances that you think are silent.
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!
Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.