I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.
Honor, without money, is a mere malady.
Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.