It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.

All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.

To repair the irreparable ravages of time.

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.

Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.

It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.