I Can Hear Those Glances That You

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.

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.

Crime Like Virtue Has Its Degrees; And Timid Innocence Was Never Known To Blossom Suddenly Into Extreme License.

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

The Part I Remember Best Is The Beginning.