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.

If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.

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

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.

Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?

Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!

The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.