Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!
Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.
To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.
We never taste a perfect joy our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
Every man of courage is a man of his word.
Each instant of life is a step toward death.
I can be forced to live without happiness, but I will never consent to live without honor.
A true king is neither husband nor father he considers his throne and nothing else.
We never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate successes are mixed with sadness.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
Master of the universe but not of myself, I am the only rebel against my absolute power.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
My sweetest hope is to lose hope.