He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.

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.

There are no secrets that time does not reveal.

Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!

My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.

Extreme justice is often injustice.