Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
Small crimes always precede great crimes. Whoever has been able to transgress the limits set by law may afterwards violate the most sacred rights; crime, like virtue, has its degrees, and never have we seen timid innocence pass suddenly to extreme licentiousness.
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
None love, but they who wish to love.