According as the man is, so must you humour him.
Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.
None love, but they who wish to love.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.