To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.
Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?
Honor, without money, is a mere malady.
There may be guilt when there is too much virtue.