Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!
There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
Too much virtue can be criminal.
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.
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.