I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

My only hope lies in my despair.

The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.

The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.

Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.