The Crime Of A Mother Is A

Sun, I Come To See You For The Last Time.

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

I Embrace My Rival, But Only To Strangle Him.

He Who Has Far To Ride Spares His Horse.

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?