If love is a sin, then beauty is a crime

Their existence is sin, their existence is a crime against the holy laws of life.

Dire and beyond all healing is the hate
When hearts that loved are turned to enmity.

Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.

All who love have lied.

Folly, error, sin, avarice
Occupy our minds and labor our bodies,
And we feed our pleasant remorse
As beggars nourish their vermin.

Death is here and death is there,
Death is busy everywhere,
All around, within, beneath,
Above is death - and we are death.

Death has set his mark and seal
On all we are and all we feel,
On all we know and all we fear,

First our pleasures die - and then
Our hopes, and then our fears - and when
These are dead, the debt is due,
Dust claims dust - and we die too.

All things that we love and cherish,
Like ourselves must fade and perish;
Such is our rude mortal lot -
Love itself would, did they not.

Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.

They suppose that Woman's Love is Sin; in consequence all the Loves & Graces with them are Sin.

Verily, love is death, and death is life to come.

Lies are vile things, with a horrible life of their own. They contaminate the truth that surrounds them.

False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.

False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.

Officers, what offence have these men done?

DOGBERRY
Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have
belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.