To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.
He who has far to ride spares his horse.
A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury.
I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.
All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.
Can a faith that does nothing be called sincere?
I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.
Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?
Great crimes come never singly; they are linked To sins that went before.
Honor, without money, is a mere malady.
Sun, I come to see you for the last time.
Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.
There may be guilt when there is too much virtue.
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!
Henceforth the majesty of God revere;Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.
The faith that acts not, is it truly faith?
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.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.
To repair the irreparable ravages of time.
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