El amor verdadero siempre nos hace mejores; cualquiera sea la mujer que lo inspira. - Alexandre Dumas fils

Sapete, signore, che fate dei progressi? Di solito siete solamente rozzo, questa sera siete brutale

Margarita era bonita; pero, lo mismo que suena mucho la ida rebuscada de esas mujeres, suena su muerte poco. Son soles que se ponen como se levantan, sin ruido.

"Here is Christianity with its marvellous parable of the Prodigal Son to teach us indulgence and pardon. Jesus was full of love for souls wounded by the passions of men; he loved to bind up their wounds and to find in those very wounds the balm which should heal them. Thus he said to the Magdalen: "Much shall be forgiven thee because thou hast loved much," a sublimity of pardon which can only have called forth a sublime faith.

Why do we make ourselves more strict than Christ? Why, holding obstinately to the opinions of the world, which hardens itself in order that it may be thought strong, do we reject, as it rejects, souls bleeding at wounds by which, like a sick man's bad blood, the evil of their past may be healed, if only a friendly hand is stretched out to lave them and set them in the convalescence of the heart?"