And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?
Extreme justice is often injustice.
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.