When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear

Is A Faith Without Action A Sincere Faith?

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

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

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.

I Am A Man, And Nothing That Concerns A Man Do I Deem A Matter Of Indifference To Me.