This Innocence Begins To Weigh Me Down.

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

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

A Noble Heart Cannot Suspect In Others The Pettiness And Malice That It Has Never Felt.

Without Money Honor Is Merely A Disease.

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.