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One Is Often Guilty By Being Too Just.

-Pierre Corneille

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One Is Often Guilty

Pierre Corneille

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One Is Often Guilty By Being Too Just.

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My Sweetest Hope Is To Lose Hope

Every Man Of Courage Is A Man Of His Word.

It Is A Law, Of The Gods Which Is Never Broken, To Sell Somewhat Dearly The Great Benefits Which They Confer On Us.

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

If Anyone Wants To Know What Elephants Are Like, They Are Like People Only More So.

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.]

I Would Not Like A King Who Could Obey.

Ambition Becomes Displeasing When It Is Once Satiated; There Is A Reaction; And As Our Spirit, Till Our Last Sigh, Is Always Aiming Toward Some Object, It Falls Back On Itself, Having Nothing Else On Which To Rest; And Having Reached The Summit, It Longs To Descend.

It Is The Guilt, Not The Scaffold, Which Constitutes The Shame.

Clemency Is The Noblest Trait Which Can Reveal A True Monarch To The World.

What Destroys One Man Preserves Another.

It Is An Imprudence Common To Kings To Listen To Too Much Advice And To Err In Their Choice.

All Evils Are Equal When They Are Extreme.

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

In The Service Of Caesar, Everything Is Legitimate.

To He Who Avenges A Father, Nothing Is Impossible

Nothing Is Impossible

Here Honor Binds Me, And I Wish To Satisfy It.

I Don't Know How To Defend Myself: Surprised Innocence Cannot Imagine Being Under Suspicion.

I Believe Everything To Be Just When A King Ordains It.

When Obedience Is So Impious, Revolt Is A Necessity.

The Fire Which Seems Extinguished Often Slumbers Beneath The Ashes.

Death Was To Be My Glory, But Destiny Has Refused It.

Peace Is Produced By War.

To Die For One's Country Is Such A Worthy Fate That All Compete For So Beautiful A Death.

The Man Who Pardons Easily Courts Injury.

A Liar Is Always Lavish Of Oaths.

Oh, How Sweet It Is To Pity The Fate Of An Enemy Who Can No Longer Threaten Us!

By Speaking Of Our Misfortunes We Often Relieve Them. [fr., A Raconter Ses Maux Souvent On Les Soulage.]

It Takes Good Memory To Keep Up A Lie

Guess, If You Can, And Choose, If You Dare. [lat., Devine, Si Tu Peux, Et Choisis, Si Tu L'oses.]

The Manner Of Giving Is Worth More Than The Gift.

A True King Is Neither Husband Nor Father; He Considers His Throne And Nothing Else.

Ah, Though A Roman, I Am Not Less A Man.

How Delicious Is Pleasure After Torment!

He Who Allows Himself To Be Insulted Deserves To Be.

The Greater The Effort, The Greater The Glory.

I Am Young, It Is True; But In Noble Souls Valor Does Not Wait For Years.

Happiness Is Meant To Be Shared.

Whoever Can Do As He Pleases, Commands When He Entreats.

He Who Has Resolved To Conquer Or Die Is Seldom Conquered; Such Noble Despair Perishes With Difficulty.

He Who Pardons Easily Invites Offense.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared. [fr., Le Bonheur Semble Fait Pour Etre Partage.]

This Dark Brightness That Falls From The Stars.

Treachery Is Noble When Aimed At Tyranny.

In Relating Our Misfortunes, We Often Feel Them Lightened.

The Greater The Risk, The Sweeter The Fruit.

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

He Who Does Not Fear Death Cares Naught For Threats.

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

Each Instant Of Life Is A Step Toward Death.

Have Others Fear You, And I Will Have No Fear.

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

He Should Be Envied Who When His Strength Is Spent Lays Down His Life. Old Age Reserves A Melancholy Fate For Noble Souls Before Their Life Is Done.

Rome Alone Can Resist Rome.

Guess If You Can, Choose If You Dare.

He Who Allows Me To Rule Is In Fact My Master

As Great As Kings May Be, They Are What We Are: They Can Err Like Other Men.

We Triumph Without Glory When We Conquer Without Danger.

For Souls Nobly Born, Valor Doesn't Await The Passing Of Years

Severity Is Allowable Where Gentleness Has No Effect.

The Worst Of All States Is The Democratic State.

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

He Who Is Hated By All Can Not Expect To Live Long.

How Much Must I Overcome Before I Triumph?

He Who Allows Himself To Be Insulted Deserves To Be So; And Insolence, If Unpunished, Increases! [lat., Qui Se Laisse Outrager, Merite Qu'on L'outrage Et L'audace Impunie Enfle Trop Un Courage.]

They Who Overcome Their Desires Once Can Overcome Them Always.

Doubt, But Still Hate!

Among Wellborn Spirits Courage Does Not Depend On Age.

Be It Only For A Day, It Is Still A Glory Without Equal To Be Master Of The World Just That Day.

Love Is A Tyrant Sparing None.

Your Heart Is Mine; There I Reign. I Am Content.

Time Is A Great Manager: It Arranges Things Well.

Kindness Acts Not Always As You Think; A Hated Hand Renders It Odious.

One Half Of My Life Has Put The Other Half In The Grave.

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

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

Danger Breeds Best On Too Much Confidence.

Rome, If You Do Not Wish Me To Betray You, Make Enemies That I Can Hate!

It Is The Gift Of Heaven And Not Of Reason.

He Who Despises Life Is His Life's Master.

Omnipotence Is Bought With Ceaseless Fear.

One Doesn't Wish To See Those To Whom One Owes So Much.

Patience And Time Conquer All Things.

It Is Hard To Hate What One Has Loved, And A Half-extinguished Fire Is Soon Relit.

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

I Can Be Forced To Live Without Happiness, But I Will Never Consent To Live Without Honor.

The King, Just And Prudent, Wants Only Those Things Which He Can Get.

Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

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

He Who Can Live In Infamy Is Unworthy Of Life.

It Is A Crime Against The State To Be Powerful Enough To Commit One.

It Matters More How One Gives Than What One Gives

One Is Often Guilty By Being Too Just.

Ambition Displeases When It Has Been Sated ... Having Reached The Peak, It Aspires To Descend.

As For Our Gods, We Have A Few Too Many To Be True.

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

He Who Forgives Readily Only Invites Offense.

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

Just As We Never Taste Happiness In Perfection, Our Most Fortunate Successes Are Mixed With Sadness. So Too We Never Taste Sadness Completely, As Things Could Always Be Worse In Some Way And For This We Can Be Grateful.

Let Us Attend To The Present, And As To The Future We Shall Know How To Manage When The Occasion Arrives.

Every Brave Man Is A Man Of His Word; To Such Base Vices He Cannot Stoop, And Shuns More Than Death The Shame Of Lying.

When A Woman Has The Gift Of Silence She Possesses A Quality Above The Vulgar. It Is A Gift Of Heaven Seldom Bestowed; Without A Little Miracle It Cannot Be Accomplished; And Nature Suffers Violence When Heaven Puts A Woman In The Humor Of Observing Silence.

All Great Virtues Become Great Men.

Force Is Legitimate Where Gentleness Avails Not.

Violence Is Just, Where Kindness Is Vain.

I Would Tell You I Love You, Sir, If I Knew What It Was To Love.

Those Who Easily Forgive Invite Offenses.

Good Fortune Leads One To The Highest Glory, But To Renounce It Calls For Equal Courage.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.

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!

Just Vengeance Does Not Call For Punishment.

It Is The Crime Not The Scaffold Which Is The Disgrace.

Heaven Absolves All Crimes Committed To Gain A Throne Once Heaven Gives It To Us.

Brave Men Are Brave From The Very First.

To Win Without Risk Is To Triumph Without Glory.

The Universe Has No Prince Or King That It [rome] Would Consider Equal To Its Humblest Citizen.

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained

Deceit Is The Game Of Petty Spirits, And That Is By Nature A Woman's Quality.

Desire Increases When Fulfillment Is Postponed.

Master Of The Universe But Not Of Myself, I Am The Only Rebel Against My Absolute Power.

Ambition Aspires To Descend

Who Is All-powerful Should Fear Everything.

He On Whom Heaven Confers A Sceptre Knows Not The Weight Till He Bears It.

The Crime And Not The Scaffold Makes The Shame.

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

My Reason, It's True, Controls My Feelings, But Whatever Its Authority, It Doesn't Rule Them So Much As Tyrannize Them.

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.

An Example Is Often A Deceptive Mirror, And The Order Of Destiny, So Troubling To Our Thoughts, Is Not Always Found Written In Things Past

The Subject Of A Good Tragedy Must Not Be Realistic.

Oh Rage! Oh Despair! Oh Age, My Enemy!

I Have Deserved Neither So Much Honor Or So Much Disgrace.

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

When The Patient Loves His Disease, How Unwilling He Is To Allow A Remedy To Be Applied.

A First Impulse Was Never A Crime.

I Am Master Of Myself As Of The Universe, So I Am; So I Wish To Be.

The People You Killed Seem To Be In Excellent Health.

A Liar Is Full Of Oaths.

After Having Won A Scepter, Few Are So Generous As To Disdain The Pleasures Of Ruling.

Ambition, Having Reached The Summit, Longs To Descend.

He Who Plays Advisor Is No Longer Ambassador.

Rome Is No Longer In Rome, It Is Here Where I Am.

A Good Memory Is Needed Once We Have Lied. [fr., Il Faut Bonne Memoire Apres Qu'on A Menti.]

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared.

Do Your Duty And Leave The Rest To Heaven.

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

I Am Roman, Alas, Because Horace Is Roman.

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

Flee An Enemy Who Knows Your Weakness.

A Monarch Must Sometimes Rule Even Himself: He Who Wants Everything Must Risk Very Little.

A Good Memory Is Needed After One Has Lied.

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

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame.

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

He Who Fears Not Death Fears Not A Threat.

It Is Only Blood That Can Wash Away Such An Outrage; Die Or Kill.

How Sweet To Die After One's Enemies.

To Take Revenge Halfheartedly Is To Court Disaster; Either Condemn Or Crown Your Hatred.

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.

Obedience Is A Hard Profession.

Generosity Is The Accompaniment Of High Birth; Pity And Gratitude Are Its Attendants.

And The Combat Ceased, For Want Of Combatants.

Your Virtue Raises Your Glory Above Your Crime.

Alas, I Emerge From One Disaster To Fall Into A Worse.

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