If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
Too much virtue can be criminal.
I have loved him too much not to hate
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.