There May Be Guilt When

The Heart That Can No Longer Love Passionately Must With Fury Hate.

A Single Word Often Betrays A Great Design.

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

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

Great Crimes Come Never Singly; They Are Linked To Sins That Went Before.