Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.

This Innocence Begins To Weigh Me Down.

By Dying I Wanted To Maintain My Honor, And Hide A Flame So Black From The Daylight!

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Ones. Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.

Les Te Moins Sont Fort Chers, Et N'en A Pas Qui Veut. Witnesses Are Expensive And Not Everyone Can Afford Them.