It behooves a prudent person to make trial of everything before arms.

Ah, why can’t I know if I love, or if I hate?

Present, I flee you: absent, I find you again.

Les te moins sont fort chers, et n’en a pas qui veut. Witnesses are expensive and not everyone can afford them.

I have loved him too much not to hate.

When I’m carried away, isn’t it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?

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.

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

Extreme justice is often injustice.

The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.