These flattering mirrors reflect imperfectly what is within; the countenance is often a gay deceiver. What defects of mind lie hidden under its beauty! What fair exteriors conceal base souls!

Your heart is mine; there I reign. I am content.

Omnipotence is bought with ceaseless fear.

This dark brightness that falls from the stars.

Your virtue raises your glory above your crime.

We triumph without glory when we conquer without danger.

The greater the risk, the sweeter the fruit.