And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
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.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!
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?