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.
Some smaller crimes always precede the great crimes.
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!
And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?