The Crime Of A Mother

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

A Single Word Often Betrays A Great Design.

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

Small Crimes Always Precedes Great Ones.

Felicity Is In Possession, Happiness In Anticipation.