He who is not master of his own thoughts is not accountable for his own deeds.
As for the author, he is profoundly unaware of what the classical or romantic genre might consist of.... In literature, as in allthings, there is only the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, the true and the false.
Monastic incarceration is castration.
A breath of Paris preserves the soul.
By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.
One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.