When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?
All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.
And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?