You Feign Guilt In Order To Justify

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

The Crime Of A Mother Is A Heavy Burden.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

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

Innocence Has Nothing To Dread.