There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
Felicity is in possession, happiness in anticipation.
If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.