A Single Word Often Betrays A Great

Crime Like Virtue Has Its Degrees; And Timid Innocence Was Never Known To Blossom Suddenly Into Extreme License.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

Flight Is Lawful, When One Flies From Tyrants.

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

The Part I Remember Best Is The Beginning.