A stout heart may be ruined in fortune but not in spirit.
Monastic incarceration is castration.
It is not so easy to keep silent when the silence is a lie.
It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.
Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?
An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.