The things revealed by my familiar spirits never pass my lips.

They are more sacred than the disclosures made to a priest of your faith at the confessional.

The bloody enterprise on which these zealots are bent will fail.

I have warned Fawkes; but my warning, though conveyed by the lips of the dead, and by other means equally terrible, was unavailing.

I would warn Catesby and Garnet, but they would heed me not.