It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
According as the man is, so must you humour him.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
The faith that acts not, is it truly faith?
Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?