I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.
He who will travel far spares his steed.
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.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.
The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.