The Feeling Of Mistrust Is Always The

Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.

He Who Bridles The Fury Of The Billows Knows Also To Put A Stop To The Secret Plans Of The Wicked. Submitting With Respect To His Holy Will, I Fear God, And Have No Other Fear.

Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A Ses Degre S. Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.

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