Too much virtue can be criminal.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!
And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?
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?
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.