All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind,

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

Can A Faith That Does Nothing Be Called Sincere?

Without Money Honor Is Merely A Disease.

A Single Word Often Betrays A Great Design.

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.