Without money honor is merely a disease.
I have loved him too much not to hate
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.