According As The Man Is, So Must

Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A Ses Degre S. Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

Crime Like Virtue Has Its Degrees; And Timid Innocence Was Never Known To Blossom Suddenly Into Extreme License.

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?