A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.
On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.