We never taste a perfect joy our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
Every man of courage is a man of his word.
To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.
Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.
Each instant of life is a step toward death.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
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.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
I can be forced to live without happiness, but I will never consent to live without honor.
Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!
Master of the universe but not of myself, I am the only rebel against my absolute power.
My sweetest hope is to lose hope.