There are no secrets that time does not reveal.

Honor, without money, is a mere malady.

I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.

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?

I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?

What does it matter if, by chance, a little vile blood be spilled?

How admirable and beautiful is the simplicity of the Evangelists! They never speak injuriously of the enemies of Jesus Christ, of His judges, nor of His executioners. They report the facts without a single reflection. They comment neither on their Master's mildness when He was smitten, nor on His constancy in the hour of His ignominious death, which they thus describe: "And they crucified Jesus.