Nevertheless, in your great soul you feel the need of worshipping.
When a man is at your knees, you cannot put yourself at his.

You can't advance in that way, as Voltaire might say.

The little duke has too many genuflections in his moral being and the poet has too few,--indeed, I might say, none at all.

Ha, I have guessed the mischief in your smiles when you talk to the grand equerry, and when he talks to you and you answer him.

You would never be unhappy with the duke, and everybody will approve your choice, if you do choose him; but you will never love him.