The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.
Often it is fatal to live too long.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.