Pierre Corneille quotes - page 3

He who allows himself to be insulted deserves to be. (Pierre Corneille)
And the combat ceased for want of combatants.
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Your virtue raises your glory above your crime.
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Who is all-powerful should fear everything.
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Heaven absolves all crimes committed to gain a throne Once Heaven gives it to us.
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By speaking of our misfortunes we often relieve them.
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I love you much less than my God, but much more than myself.
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Your Christians, whom one persecutes in vain, Have something in them that surpasses the human. They lead a life of such innocence, That the heavens owe them some recognition: That they arise the stronger the more they are beaten down Is hardly the result of common virtues.
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Be it only for a day, it is still a glory without equal To be master of the world just that day.
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As our self-interests differ, so do our feelings.
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The people you killed seem to be in excellent health. (Pierre Corneille)
When obedience is so impious, Revolt is a necessity.
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The king, just and prudent, wants only those things which he can get.
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The universe has no prince or king That it [Rome] would consider equal to its humblest citizen.
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It is hard to hate what one has loved, And a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.
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Rome is no longer in Rome, it is here where I am.
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Each instant of life is a step toward death.
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Happiness seems made to be shared.
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Sir, what does it matter whom I serve, so long as I am right?
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He has served me too well; By increasing my power he has stolen it away: He is now my subject only so long as he pleases. He who allows me to rule is in fact my master.
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They were more than kings, now they are less than slaves. (Pierre Corneille)
Oh! how many actions, how many fabulous exploits Remain without glory in the midst of the night.
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My generosity finally cedes to her hatred.
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He who punishes the vanquished fears not the victor.
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A service beyond all recompense Weighs so heavy that it almost gives offense.
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