Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.

The day is not purer than the depths of my heart.

You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.

Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.

My only hope lies in my despair.

None love, but they who wish to love.