I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Ones. Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.

I Can Hear Those Glances That You Think Are Silent.

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

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.

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.