Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.
Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!
Honor, without money, is a mere malady.
I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?