The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.

She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.

All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.

Crime, like virtue, has its degrees.

To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.

Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?

A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury.