According as the man is, so must you humour him.

You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.

Sun, I come to see you for the last time.

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.

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

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

The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.