Too much virtue can be criminal.

Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.

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.

Innocence has nothing to dread.

And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?

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.

Too much virtue can be criminal.