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

Peace is produced by war.

One often calms one’s grief by recounting it.

Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age my enemy!

My sweetest hope is to lose hope.

Every man of courage is a man of his word.

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

Happiness seems made to be shared.

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.

Each instant of life is a step toward death.

He who does not fear death cares naught for threats.

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

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

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