The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?
I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.
Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.
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.
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.