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Patience And Time Conquer All Things.

-Pierre Corneille

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Patience And Time Conquer

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Patience And Time Conquer All Things.

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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.]

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

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

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

Just Vengeance Does Not Call For Punishment.

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

When Obedience Is So Impious, Revolt Is A Necessity.

The Crime And Not The Scaffold Makes The Shame.

He Who Can Live In Infamy Is Unworthy Of Life.

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

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

Doubt, But Still Hate!

All Great Virtues Become Great Men.

My Sweetest Hope Is To Lose Hope

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

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

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.

A Good Memory Is Needed After One Has Lied.

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

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

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

In The Service Of Caesar, Everything Is Legitimate.

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

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

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

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

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

Obedience Is A Hard Profession.

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

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

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

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

How Sweet To Die After One's Enemies.

Brave Men Are Brave From The Very First.

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

He Who Allows Me To Rule Is In Fact My Master

He Who Fears Not Death Fears Not A Threat.

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.

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

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.

A Liar Is Always Lavish Of Oaths.

We Triumph Without Glory When We Conquer Without Danger.

To Win Without Risk Is To Triumph Without Glory.

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

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

They Who Overcome Their Desires Once Can Overcome Them Always.

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

Violence Is Just, Where Kindness Is Vain.

Among Wellborn Spirits Courage Does Not Depend On Age.

He Who Forgives Readily Only Invites Offense.

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

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

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

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame.

Who Is All-powerful Should Fear Everything.

Severity Is Allowable Where Gentleness Has No Effect.

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

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

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

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

Omnipotence Is Bought With Ceaseless Fear.

Rome Alone Can Resist Rome.

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

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

A First Impulse Was Never A Crime.

A Liar Is Full Of Oaths.

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

How Delicious Is Pleasure After Torment!

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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.]

Happiness Is Meant To Be Shared.

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

He Who Despises Life Is His Life's Master.

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

One Is Often Guilty By Being Too Just.

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

And The Combat Ceased, For Want Of Combatants.

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

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.

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

He Who Does Not Fear Death Cares Naught For Threats.

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I Am Roman, Alas, Because Horace Is Roman.

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

Treachery Is Noble When Aimed At Tyranny.

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

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

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.

Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

Flee An Enemy Who Knows Your Weakness.

The Fire Which Seems Extinguished Often Slumbers Beneath The Ashes.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared.

Force Is Legitimate Where Gentleness Avails Not.

It Matters More How One Gives Than What One Gives

The Greater The Risk, The Sweeter The Fruit.

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

Guess If You Can, Choose If You Dare.

I Would Not Like A King Who Could Obey.

Ambition Aspires To Descend

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.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.

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

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

Ambition, Having Reached The Summit, Longs To Descend.

This Dark Brightness That Falls From The Stars.

He Who Allows Himself To Be Insulted Deserves To Be.

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

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

The Manner Of Giving Is Worth More Than The Gift.

What Destroys One Man Preserves Another.

It Takes Good Memory To Keep Up A Lie

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

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

He Who Pardons Easily Invites Offense.

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

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

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

Your Virtue Raises Your Glory Above Your Crime.

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

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

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

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

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

The People You Killed Seem To Be In Excellent Health.

The Man Who Pardons Easily Courts Injury.

Those Who Easily Forgive Invite Offenses.

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

Love Is A Tyrant Sparing None.

Patience And Time Conquer All Things.

In Relating Our Misfortunes, We Often Feel Them Lightened.

Peace Is Produced By War.

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

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

The Worst Of All States Is The Democratic State.

It Is The Gift Of Heaven And Not Of Reason.

Every Man Of Courage Is A Man Of His Word.

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

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

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!

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

How Much Must I Overcome Before I Triumph?

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

Time Is A Great Manager: It Arranges Things Well.

Do Your Duty And Leave The Rest To Heaven.

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

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

The Greater The Effort, The Greater The Glory.

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.

Each Instant Of Life Is A Step Toward Death.

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

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

The Subject Of A Good Tragedy Must Not Be Realistic.

Danger Breeds Best On Too Much Confidence.

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

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

To He Who Avenges A Father, Nothing Is Impossible

Nothing Is Impossible

He Who Plays Advisor Is No Longer Ambassador.

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

Desire Increases When Fulfillment Is Postponed.

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

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

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

All Evils Are Equal When They Are Extreme.

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

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