You Feign Guilt In Order To Justify

According As The Man Is, So Must You Humour Him.

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

How Good Is God! How Sweet His Yoke!

Sun, I Come To See You For The Last Time.

Do Not They Bring It To Pass By Knowing That They Know Nothing At All?