Do You Think You Can Be Righteous

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

There May Be Guilt When There Is Too Much Virtue.

He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep On Sunday.

The Heart That Can No Longer Love Passionately Must With Fury Hate.

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.