Justice In The Extreme Is Often Unjust.

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

Often It Is Fatal To Live Too Long.

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

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