I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

Some Smaller Crimes Always Precede The Great Crimes.

To Save Our Imperiled Honor Everything Must Be Sacrificed, Even Virtue.

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.