The Guilty Are Allowed, By Human Laws,

Ah! It Is Well For The Unfortunate To Be Resigned, But For The Guilty There Is No Peace.

Everything Must Have A Beginning ... And That Beginning Must Be Linked To Something That Went Before.

Polluted By Crimes, And Torn By The Bitterest Remorse, Where Can I Find Rest But In Death?

When I Run Over The Frightful Catalogue Of My Sins, I Cannot Believe That I Am The Same Creature Whose Thoughts Were Once Filled With Sublime And Transcendent Visions Of The Beauty And The Majesty Of Goodness. But It Is Even So; The Fallen Angel Becomes A Malignant Devil.

Nothing Contributes So Much To Tranquilize The Mind As A Steady Purpose - A Point On Which The Soul May Fix Its Intellectual Eye.