We see it, we almost touch it, but it never lets itself be caught.

I am more unhappy now than in the days when I struggled to rise, and thought myself the most unfortunate of men.

I am no longer young; the height on which I stand draws all eyes to me and prevents me defending myself.

Ay, Tomasa! pity me, for I am worthy of compassion! To be a father and to be obliged to hide it as a crime! To love my daughter with an affection which increases more and more as I draw nearer to death, and have to endure that people should imagine this pure affection to be something so repugnant!" And the terrible glance of Don Sebastian, which terrified all the diocese, was clouded with tears.
"Moreover, I have other troubles," he went on, "but they are those of a far-seeing man who fears the future.

When I die, all that I have will be my daughter's.