It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.
Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!
A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury.
The day is not purer than the depths of my heart.
Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.