Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment; only there does its satisfaction lie.

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

Where does guilt and punishment lie, and are we not more expressive over remorse or guilt when other people see the badness in us?

To take upon oneself not punishment, but guilt - that alone would be godlike

Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.