Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a nameless deed.
Never will I give my hand where my heart does not accompany it.
Ignorance of true pleasure more frequently than temptation to that which is false, leads to vice.
There are some few instances in which it is virtuous to disobey.
I never trust people's assertions, I always judge of them by their actions.
But St. Aubert had too much good sense to prefer a charm to a virtue.