If I Could Believe That

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

You Feign Guilt In Order To Justify Yourself.

The Principal Rule Of Art Is To Please And To Move. All The Other Rules Were Created To Achieve This First One.

Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.