He Who Will Travel Far

She Wavers, She Hesitates; In One Word — She Is A Woman.

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

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

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

If I Could Believe That This Was Said Sincerely, I Could Put Up With Anything.