If I Could Believe That This Was

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

To Save Our Imperiled Honor Everything Must Be Sacrificed, Even Virtue.

Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.

There May Be Guilt When There Is Too Much Virtue.