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A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury.

Ainsi que la vertu, le crime a ses degre  s. Crime, like virtue, has its degrees.

All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.

And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?

A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.

A single word often betrays a great design.

A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.

By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!

Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.

Disagreeable suspicions are usually the fruits of a second marriage.

Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?

Felicity is in possession, happiness in anticipation.

Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.

Great crimes come never singly; they are linked To sins that went before.

Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

Henceforth the majesty of God revere;Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.

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.

He who has far to ride spares his horse.

He who laughs on Friday will weep on Sunday.

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.

Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!

Honor, without money, is a mere malady.

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.

How good is God! How sweet his yoke!

I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.

I can hear those glances that you think are silent.

I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.

I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.

I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?

Innocence has nothing to dread.

Is a faith without action a sincere faith?

It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.

I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.

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.

Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!

My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.

My only hope lies in my despair.

None love, but they who wish to love.

On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.

Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.

Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.

Small crimes always precede great crimes. Whoever has been able to transgress the limits set by law may afterwards violate the most sacred rights; crime, like virtue, has its degrees, and never have we seen timid innocence pass suddenly to extreme licentiousness.

Small crimes always precede great ones. Never have we seen timid innocence pass suddenly to extreme licentiousness.

Small crimes always precedes great ones.

Sun, I come to see you for the last time.