The Faith That Acts Not, Is It

This Innocence Begins To Weigh Me Down.

The Feeling Of Mistrust Is Always The Last Which A Great Mind Acquires.

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.

Justice In The Extreme Is Often Unjust.