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Liberty May Be Of No More Use Than Stirring Up The Flame Of Civil Wars; Then, By Disorder Fatal To The World, One Wants No King, The Other Wants No Equal.

-Pierre Corneille

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Pierre Corneille

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Liberty May Be Of No More Use Than Stirring Up The Flame Of Civil Wars; Then, By Disorder Fatal To The World, One Wants No King, The Other Wants No Equal.

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Happiness Is Meant To Be Shared.

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Brave Men Are Brave From The Very First. [fr., Les Hommes Valeureux Le Sont Au Premier Coup.]

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Desire Increases When Fulfillment Is Postponed.

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.

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I See, I Know, I Believe, I Am Undeceived.

The Greater The Effort, The Greater The Glory.

How Much Must I Overcome Before I Triumph?

One Ought To Have A Good Memory When He Has Told A Lie

Every Man Of Courage Is A Man Of His Word.

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame. [fr., Je Ne Dois Qu'a Moi Seul Toute Ma Renommee.]

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

All Great Virtues Become Great Men. [fr., Toutes Grandes Vertus Conviennent Aux Grands Hommes.]

If You Betray Me, Can I Take A Better Revenge Than To Love The Person You Hate?

In Relating Our Misfortunes, We Often Feel Them Lightened.

How Delicious Is Pleasure After Torment!

Rome Alone Can Resist Rome.

A Good Memory Is Needed After One Has Lied.

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The Manner Of Giving Is Worth More Than The Gift.

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Self-love Is The Source Of All Our Other Loves.

Clemency Is The Surest Proof Of A True Monarch. [fr., La Clemence Est La Plus Belle Marque Qui Fasse A L'univers Connaitre Un Vrai Monqrque.]

A Liar Is Always Lavish Of Oaths. [fr., Un Menteur Est Toujours Prodigue De Serments.]

When There Is No Peril In The Fight There Is No Glory In The Triumph.

Patience And Time Conquer All Things.

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He Who Allows Himself To Be Insulted Deserves To Be.

These Flattering Mirrors Reflect Imperfectly What Is Within; The Countenance Is Often A Gay Deceiver. What Defects Of Mind Lie Hidden Under Its Beauty! What Fair Exteriors Conceal Base Souls!

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The People You Killed Seem To Be In Excellent Health.

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I Agree To, Or Rather Aspire To, My Doom.

All Evils Are Equal When They Are Extreme. [fr., Et Tous Maux Sont Pareils Alors Qu'ils Sont Extremes.]

And The Combat Ceased, For Want Of Combatants.

As Our Self-interests Differ, So Do Our Feelings.

Love Lives On Hope, And Dies When Hope Is Dead; It Is A Flame Which Sinks For Lack Of Fuel.

Heaven Often Regulates Effects By Their Causes, And Pays The Wicked What They Have Deserved.

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Guess If You Can, Choose If You Dare.

Sir, What Does It Matter Whom I Serve, So Long As I Am Right?

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Those Who Resolve To Conquer Or Die, Are Rarely Conquered.

Flee An Enemy Who Knows Your Weakness.

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Omnipotence Is Bought With Ceaseless Fear.

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All Great Virtues Become Great Men.

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