There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
Small crimes always precedes great ones.
Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.
If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.
Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.