A Single Word Often Betrays A Great

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.

Without Money Honor Is Merely A Disease.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

Flight Is Lawful, When One Flies From Tyrants.

When Will The Veil Be Lifted That Casts So Black A Night Over The Universe? God Of Israel, Lift At Last The Gloom: For How Long Will You Be Hidden?