The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.

He who ruleth the raging of the sea, knows also how to check the designs of the ungodly. I submit myself with reverence to His Holy Will. O Abner, I fear my God, and I fear none but Him.

Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.

It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.

Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?

Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.

And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?