Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.

What does it matter if, by chance, a little vile blood be spilled?

By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!

Small crimes always precede great crimes. Whoever has been able to transgress the limits set by law may afterwards violate the most sacred rights; crime, like virtue, has its degrees, and never have we seen timid innocence pass suddenly to extreme licentiousness.

He who ruleth the raging of the sea, knows also how to check the designs of the ungodly. I submit myself with reverence to His Holy Will. O Abner, I fear my God, and I fear none but Him.

This innocence begins to weigh me down.

How good is God! How sweet his yoke!