To repair the irreparable ravages of time.
Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!
I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
Honor, without money, is a mere malady.