Justice in the extreme is often unjust.
None love, but they who wish to love.
To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.
Is a faith without action a sincere faith?
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.