I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?
Felicity is in possession, happiness in anticipation.
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.
Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.