When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?

Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?

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.

The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.

Without money honor is merely a disease.

The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.