How easy love makes fools of us.
Nearly all men die of their medicines, not of their diseases.
Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn't rule in love, you know.
True, Heaven prohibits certain pleasures; but one can generally negotiate a compromise.
[Dom Juan] believes neither in Heaven, nor the saints, nor God, nor the Werewolf.
Ah! devout though I may be, I am no less a man!