You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
I have loved him too much not to hate
Small crimes always precede great crimes. Whoever has been able to transgress the limits set by law may afterwards violate the most sacred rights; crime, like virtue, has its degrees, and never have we seen timid innocence pass suddenly to extreme licentiousness.
Justice in the extreme is often unjust.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?