Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.

All sins cast long shadows

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.

There is nothing so easy but that it becomes difficult when you do it with reluctance.