Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.

The Heart That Can No Longer Love Passionately Must With Fury Hate.

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

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

Small Crimes Always Precedes Great Ones.

Justice In The Extreme Is Often Unjust.