An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never

Vice Deceives Us When Dressed In The Garb Of Virtue.

Many Have An Irresistible Itch For Writing.

No One Rejoices More In Revenge Than Woman.

Conscience, The Executioner, Shaking Her Secret Scourge.

Where Have You Ever Found That Man Who Stopped Short After The Perpetration Of A Single Crime?