Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.

Can A Faith That Does Nothing Be Called Sincere?

There Are No Secrets That Time Does Not Reveal.

He Who Ruleth The Raging Of The Sea, Knows Also How To Check The Designs Of The Ungodly. I Submit Myself With Reverence To His Holy Will. O Abner, I Fear My God, And I Fear None But Him.

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.