To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
To repair the irreparable ravages of time.
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.