Justice in the extreme is often unjust.
Crime, like virtue, has its degrees.
The day is not purer than the depths of my heart.
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.