All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
My only hope lies in my despair.
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.
None love, but they who wish to love.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.