r says, "smiling under tears"
Assume with others the mien they wore
toward him
But how avenge one's self on silence?
Dare now to be silent when I have told
you these things
Daylight is detrimental to them
Deny the spirit of self-sacrifice
Difference which I find between Truth
in art and the True in fac
Doubt, the greatest misery of love
Friendship exists only in independence
and a kind of equality
Happy is he who does not outlive his
youth
Hatred of everything which is superior
to myself
He did not blush to be a man, and he
spoke to men with force
Hermits can not refrain from inquiring
what men say of them
History too was a work of art
I have burned all the bridges behind me
In pitying me he forgot himself
In every age we laugh at the costume of
our fathers
In times like these we must see all and
say all
It is not now what it used to be
It is too true that virtue also has its
blush
Lofty ideal of woman and of love
Men are weak, and there are things
which women must accomplish
Money is not a common thing between
gentlemen like you and me
Monsieur, I know that I have lived too
long
Neither idealist nor realist
Never interfered in what did not
concern him
No writer had more dislike of mere
pedantry
Offices will end by rendering great
names vile
Princes ought never to be struck,
except on the head
Princesses ceded like a town, and must
not even weep
Principle that art implied selection
Recommended a scrupulous observance of
nature
Remedy infallible against the plague
and against reserve
Reproaches are useless and cruel if the
evil is done
Should be punished for not having known
how to punish
So strongly does force impose upon men
Tears for the future
The great leveller has swung a long
scythe over France
The most in favor will be the soonest
abandoned by him
The usual remarks prompted by
imbecility on such occasions
These ideas may serve as opium to
produce a calm
They tremble while they threaten
They have believed me incapable because
I was kind
They loved not as you love, eh?
This popular favor is a cup one must
drink
This was the Dauphin, afterward Louis
XIV
True talent paints life rather than the
living
Truth, I here venture to distinguish
from that of the True
Urbain Grandier
What use is the memory of facts, if not
to serve as an example
Woman is more bitter than death, and
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