 How good is God! How sweet his yoke! |
| The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one. |
| Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter. |
| On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least. |
| Too much virtue can be criminal. |
| If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything. |
| It behooves a prudent person to make trial of everything before arms. |
| I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him. |
| I have pushed virtue to outright brutality. |
| Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. |
