We Are All Of Us Resigned To

I Could Have Waited Years, Now That I Knew The End Of The Story. I Was Cold And Wet And Very Happy. I Could Even Look With Charity Towards The Altar And The Figure Dangling There. She Loves Us Both, I Thought, But If There Is To Be A Conflict Between An Image And A Man, I Know Who Will Win. I Could Put My Hand On Her Thigh Or My Mouth On Her Breast; He Was Imprisoned Behind The Altar And Couldn't Move To Plead His Cause.

A Murderer Is Regarded By The Conventional World As Something Almost Monstrous, But A Murderer To Himself Is Only An Ordinary Man. It Is Only If The Murderer Is A Good Man That He Can Be Regarded As Monstrous.

We'd Forgive Most Things If We Knew The Facts.

My Passion For Sarah Had Killed Simple Lust Forever. Never Again Would I Be Able To Enjoy A Woman Without Love.

Death Was Far More Certain Than God.