The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away

The Faith That Acts Not, Is It Truly Faith?

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind, And Neptune.

Behind A Veil, Unseen Yet Present, I Was The Forceful Soul That Moved This Mighty Body.

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Crimes. Whoever Has Been Able To Transgress The Limits Set By Law May Afterwards Violate The Most Sacred Rights; Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees, And Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.