“Maybe, but the infamy and the treachery will be ours. We are not meant to love each other.”
“Why, if I love you? You are my heart, my sweetness, my perfume....”
“Hold your peace. This love is a sin, Andrea.”
“I know nothing about it. I love you, you are fond of me; you have said so.”
“I adore you,” she said, coldly. “I feel that this love is driving me mad; but it must cease. It is a sin before God, a crime in the eyes of man, a felony in the sight of the law.”
“What care I for God, or man, or law? I love you....”
“We are guilty sinners. Every tribunal, human and divine, condemns us....”
“What matter...? I love you!”
“We are full of deceit, bad faith, and iniquity.”
“Love, cast these nightmares aside. Give me a kiss; no one sees us.”