Obedience is a hard profession.
They who overcome their desires once can overcome them always.
We triumph without glory when we conquer without danger.
Severity is allowable where gentleness has no effect.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
A good memory is needed after one has lied.
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.]
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.
By speaking of our misfortunes we often relieve them. [Fr., A raconter ses maux souvent on les soulage.]
All great virtues become great men.
To take revenge halfheartedly is to court disaster; either condemn or crown your hatred.
Violence is just, where kindness is vain.
Omnipotence is bought with ceaseless fear.
My reason, it's true, controls my feelings, but whatever its authority, it doesn't rule them so much as tyrannize them.
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.
The man who pardons easily courts injury.
I see, I know, I believe, I am undeceived.
Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.
Ambition displeases when it has been sated ... having reached the peak, it aspires to descend.
I am young, it is true; but in noble souls valor does not wait for years.
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.
Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!
He who does not fear death cares naught for threats.
One doesn't wish to see those to whom one owes so much.
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.
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