God is always the last resource.
A weakened mind always sees everything through a black veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is dark, which is why you see such a cloudy sky.
Order is the key to all problems.
I am a count, not a saint.
How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure!
Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.