This innocence begins to weigh me down.
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.
And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
Justice in the extreme is often unjust.
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?