He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep

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.

How Good Is God! How Sweet His Yoke!

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate