The part I remember best is the beginning.

And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?

There may be guilt when there is too much virtue.

Is a faith without action a sincere faith?

I can hear those glances that you think are silent.

It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.

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