Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?
Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!
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.
I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.