Pierre Corneille

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

We never taste a perfect joy our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.

Master of the universe but not of myself, I am the only rebel against my absolute power.

A true king is neither husband nor father he considers his throne and nothing else.

Peace is produced by war.

Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.

My sweetest hope is to lose hope.

I can be forced to live without happiness, but I will never consent to live without honor.

We never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate successes are mixed with sadness.

Happiness seems made to be shared.

Each instant of life is a step toward death.

To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.

He who does not fear death cares naught for threats.

Every man of courage is a man of his word.

Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!