How delicious is pleasure after torment!
Rome is no longer in Rome, it is here where I am.
When the patient loves his disease, how unwilling he is to allow a remedy to be applied.
He who pardons easily invites offense.
There are secret ties, there are sympathies, by the sweet relationship of which souls that are well matched attach themselves to each other, and are affected by I know not what, which cannot be explained
I would not like a king who could obey.