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The Guilty Is He Who Meditates A Crime; The Punishment Is His Who Lays The Plot.

There Is A Silence, The Child Of Love, Which Expresses Everything, And Proclaims More Loudly Than The Tongue Is Able To Do; There Are Movements That Are Involuntary Proofs Of What The Soul Feels.

If Ardent Passions Push Not Men On To Lofty Enterprise, Calm Wisdom Never Will Accomplish It.

To Err Is Human; But Contrition Felt For The Crime Distinguishes The Virtuous From The Wicked.

Joy Surfeited Turns To Sorrow.