The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.
You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.
A single word often betrays a great design.
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
The feeling of mistrust is always the last which a great mind acquires.
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.
On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Often it is fatal to live too long.
Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
He who ruleth the raging of the sea, knows also how to check the designs of the ungodly. I submit myself with reverence to His Holy Will. O Abner, I fear my God, and I fear none but Him.
Les te moins sont fort chers, et n'en a pas qui veut. Witnesses are expensive and not everyone can afford them.
It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.
According as the man is, so must you humour him.
How admirable and beautiful is the simplicity of the Evangelists! They never speak injuriously of the enemies of Jesus Christ, of His judges, nor of His executioners. They report the facts without a single reflection. They comment neither on their Master's mildness when He was smitten, nor on His constancy in the hour of His ignominious death, which they thus describe: "And they crucified Jesus.
Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
He who laughs on Friday will weep on Sunday.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
This innocence begins to weigh me down.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
I have loved him too much not to hate
He who has far to ride spares his horse.
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