Sin with the multitude, and your responsibility and guilt are as great and as truly personal, as if you alone read more

Sin with the multitude, and your responsibility and guilt are as great and as truly personal, as if you alone had done the wrong

It is base to filch a purse, daring to embezzle a million, but it is great beyond measure to steal read more

It is base to filch a purse, daring to embezzle a million, but it is great beyond measure to steal a crown. The sin lessens as the guilt increases.

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds
Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds
Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. read more

It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.

He that is conscious of guilt cannot bear the innocence of others: So they will try to reduce all others read more

He that is conscious of guilt cannot bear the innocence of others: So they will try to reduce all others to their own level.

Guilt is anything you did and fear others to know about

Guilt is anything you did and fear others to know about

Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.

Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non read more

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non prodere vultu.]

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
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But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again,
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!