None Love, But They Who Wish To

Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

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

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.

I Loved You When You Were Unfaithful; What Would I Have Done If You Were True?

He Who Has Far To Ride Spares His Horse.