Honor, without money, is a mere malady.
And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?
What does it matter if, by chance, a little vile blood be spilled?
And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?
Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.
I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.