All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind,

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Crimes. Whoever Has Been Able To Transgress The Limits Set By Law May Afterwards Violate The Most Sacred Rights; Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees, And Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.

A Noble Heart Cannot Suspect In Others The Pettiness And Malice That It Has Never Felt.

Felicity Is In Possession, Happiness In Anticipation.