Justice In The Extreme Is Often Unjust.

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?

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

I Embrace My Rival, But Only To Strangle Him.