I Would Tell You I Love You,

Deceit Is The Game Of Petty Spirits, And That Is By Nature A Woman's Quality.

Alas, I Emerge From One Disaster To Fall Into A Worse.

He Who Allows Himself To Be Insulted Deserves To Be So; And Insolence, If Unpunished, Increases! [lat., Qui Se Laisse Outrager, Merite Qu'on L'outrage Et L'audace Impunie Enfle Trop Un Courage.]

I Love You Much Less Than My God, But Much More Than Myself.

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.