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.
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
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.
Can a faith that does nothing be called sincere?
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.