He Who Has Far To Ride Spares

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

I Will Die If I Lose You, But I Will Die If I Wait Longer.

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

He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep On Sunday.

Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A Ses Degre S. Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.