He who has far to ride spares his horse.
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.