Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.
It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.
All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.