Too much virtue can be criminal.
All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
I can hear those glances that you think are silent.