If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.
Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.
To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.
I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.