Love Is A Tyrant Sparing None.

Your Christians, Whom One Persecutes In Vain, Have Something In Them That Surpasses The Human. They Lead A Life Of Such Innocence,that The Heavens Owe Them Some Recognition: That They Arise The Stronger The More They Are Beaten Down Is Hardly The Result Of Common Virtues.

I Can Be Forced To Live Without Happiness, But I Will Never Consent To Live Without Honor.

It Is Only Blood That Can Wash Away Such An Outrage; Die Or Kill.

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared. [fr., Le Bonheur Semble Fait Pour Etre Partage.]