Some Smaller Crimes Always Precede The Great

Some Smaller Crimes Always Precede The Great Crimes.

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!

All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind, And Neptune.

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.