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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.

-Pierre Corneille

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Your Christians, Whom One

Pierre Corneille

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

Force Is Legitimate Where Gentleness Avails Not.

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

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

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

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

The Crime And Not The Scaffold Makes The Shame.

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

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

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

The Greater The Risk, The Sweeter The Fruit.

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

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

My Sweetest Hope Is To Lose Hope

Violence Is Just, Where Kindness Is Vain.

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

Love Is A Tyrant Sparing None.

The Greater The Effort, The Greater The Glory.

To He Who Avenges A Father, Nothing Is Impossible

Nothing Is Impossible

He Who Plays Advisor Is No Longer Ambassador.

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

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

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.]

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 First Impulse Was Never A Crime.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared.

This Dark Brightness That Falls From The Stars.

Happiness Is Meant To Be Shared.

I Am Roman, Alas, Because Horace Is Roman.

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

He Who Pardons Easily Invites Offense.

The Subject Of A Good Tragedy Must Not Be Realistic.

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

And The Combat Ceased, For Want Of Combatants.

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

The Manner Of Giving Is Worth More Than The Gift.

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

How Delicious Is Pleasure After Torment!

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

All Evils Are Equal When They Are Extreme.

The Worst Of All States Is The Democratic State.

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

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

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

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

Among Wellborn Spirits Courage Does Not Depend On Age.

We Triumph Without Glory When We Conquer Without Danger.

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

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

They Who Overcome Their Desires Once Can Overcome Them Always.

I Would Not Like A King Who Could Obey.

Brave Men Are Brave From The Very First.

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

Each Instant Of Life Is A Step Toward Death.

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

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

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.

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

When Obedience Is So Impious, Revolt Is A Necessity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Great Virtues Become Great Men.

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.

He Who Can Live In Infamy Is Unworthy Of Life.

The Fire Which Seems Extinguished Often Slumbers Beneath The Ashes.

What Destroys One Man Preserves Another.

A Liar Is Full Of Oaths.

Ambition, Having Reached The Summit, Longs To Descend.

Severity Is Allowable Where Gentleness Has No Effect.

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In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.

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

It Is The Gift Of Heaven And Not Of Reason.

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

It Takes Good Memory To Keep Up A Lie

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

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

Time Is A Great Manager: It Arranges Things Well.

A Good Memory Is Needed After One Has Lied.

Every Man Of Courage Is A Man Of His Word.

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

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

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

Obedience Is A Hard Profession.

Who Is All-powerful Should Fear Everything.

Those Who Easily Forgive Invite Offenses.

Patience And Time Conquer All Things.

Rome Alone Can Resist Rome.

Desire Increases When Fulfillment Is Postponed.

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

Treachery Is Noble When Aimed At Tyranny.

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame.

Peace Is Produced By War.

He Who Allows Me To Rule Is In Fact My Master

Omnipotence Is Bought With Ceaseless Fear.

He Who Does Not Fear Death Cares Naught For Threats.

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

How Much Must I Overcome Before I Triumph?

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

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

He Who Fears Not Death Fears Not A Threat.

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

A Liar Is Always Lavish Of Oaths.

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

Doubt, But Still Hate!

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

Your Virtue Raises Your Glory Above Your Crime.

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

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

The Man Who Pardons Easily Courts Injury.

How Sweet To Die After One's Enemies.

It Matters More How One Gives Than What One Gives

He Who Forgives Readily Only Invites Offense.

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

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

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

He Who Despises Life Is His Life's Master.

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

Guess If You Can, Choose If You Dare.

Ambition Aspires To Descend

Danger Breeds Best On Too Much Confidence.

He Who Allows Himself To Be Insulted Deserves To Be.

Do Your Duty And Leave The Rest To Heaven.

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

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

Just Vengeance Does Not Call For Punishment.

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

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

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

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

To Win Without Risk Is To Triumph Without Glory.

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

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

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!

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

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

In The Service Of Caesar, Everything Is Legitimate.

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

The People You Killed Seem To Be In Excellent Health.

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.

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.

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

Flee An Enemy Who Knows Your Weakness.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

In Relating Our Misfortunes, We Often Feel Them Lightened.

One Is Often Guilty By Being Too Just.

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

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