And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?
He who has far to ride spares his horse.
Innocence has nothing to dread.
You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.
A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?