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

A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

There may be guilt when there is too much virtue.

Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.

The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.

Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.

And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?