It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In

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

You Feign Guilt In Order To Justify Yourself.

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.

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

I Can Hear Those Glances That You Think Are Silent.