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

Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!.

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

The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes..

You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth..

He who will travel far spares his steed..

Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!.

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

And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?.

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

The feeling of mistrust is always the last which a great mind acquires..

She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman..

There may be guilt when there is too much virtue..

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love..

How good is God! How sweet his yoke!.

None love, but they who wish to love..

This innocence begins to weigh me down..

Is a faith without action a sincere faith?.

Crime, like virtue, has its degrees..

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

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