I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
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.
Can a faith that does nothing be called sincere?
The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.