The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.

You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.

He who will travel far spares his steed.

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

Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.

Felicity is in possession, happiness in anticipation.

How admirable and beautiful is the simplicity of the Evangelists! They never speak injuriously of the enemies of Jesus Christ, of His judges, nor of His executioners. They report the facts without a single reflection. They comment neither on their Master's mildness when He was smitten, nor on His constancy in the hour of His ignominious death, which they thus describe: "And they crucified Jesus.