A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
No matter what everybody says, ultimately these things can harm us only by the way we react to them.
Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
Long is the road from conception to completion.
[Dom Juan] believes neither in Heaven, nor the saints, nor God, nor the Werewolf.
The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.