My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.

It behooves a prudent person to make trial of everything before arms.

A single word often betrays a great design.

I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.

Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking.

Without money honor is merely a disease.

Often it is fatal to live too long.

Is a faith without action a sincere faith?

Life is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.

Présente je vous fuis; absente, je vous trouve;Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit

I have everything, yet have nothing; and although I possess nothing, still of nothing am I in want.

The heart that can no longer love passionately, must with fury hate

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.

A tragedy need not have blood and death; it’s enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

None love, but they who wish to love

I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.

Small crimes always precedes great ones.

According as the man is, so must you humour him.

I have loved him too much not to hate

The feeling of mistrust is always the last which a great mind acquires

How good is God! How sweet his yoke!

It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.

There are no secrets that time does not reveal.

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him

Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!

If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

But without money honor is nothing but a malady

The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.

Too much virtue can be criminal.

On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.

A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury

I know the disposition of women: when you will, they won’t; when you won’t, they set their hearts upon you of their own inclination.

Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?

Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.

My only hope lies in my despair.

The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.

In fine, nothing is said now that has not been said before.

A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.

Innocence also weighs

There is nothing so easy but that it becomes difficult when you do it with reluctance.

Many a time a man cannot be such as he would be, if circumstances do not admit of it.

I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.

It’s no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it’s Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.