The Mind Cannot Long Play The Heart's

Simplicity Is A Delicate Imposition.

There Are Crimes Which Become Innocent And Even Glorious Through Their Splendor, Number And Excess.

It Is As Common For Tastes To Change As It Is Uncommon For Traits Of Character.

The Most Violent Passions Sometimes Leave Us At Rest, But Vanity Agitates Us Constantly.

We Only Confess Our Little Faults To Persuade People That We Have No Big Ones.