The Malicious Have A Dark Happiness.

In Joined Hands There Is Still Some Token Of Hope, In The Clenched Fist None.

A Criminal Remains A Criminal Whether He Uses A Convict's Suit Or A Monarch's Crown.

The Holy Law Of Jesus Christ Governs Our Civilisation, But It Does Not Yet Permeate It.

She Loved With So Much Passion As She Loved With Ignorance. She Did Not Know Whether It Were Good Or Evil, Beneficent Or Dangerous, Necessary Or Accidental, Eternal Or Transitory, Permitted Or Prohibited: She Loved.

Not Seeing People Permits Us To Imagine Them With Every Perfection.