When obedience is so impious, revolt is a necessity.

My reason, it's true, controls my feelings, but whatever its authority, it doesn't rule them so much as tyrannize them.

Violence is just, where kindness is vain.

Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.

Each instant of life is a step toward death.

Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.

One doesn't wish to see those to whom one owes so much.