How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
Respectable people... What bastards!