The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

Every Crime Will Bring Remorse To The Man Who Committed It

There Is Nothing Which Power Cannot Believe Of Itself, When It Is Praised As Equal To The Gods.

What Man Have You Ever Seen Who Was Contented With One Crime Only?

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.