Some smaller crimes always precede the great crimes.
Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.
Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.
The part I remember best is the beginning.