It Is An Imprudence Common To Kings

To Win Without Risk Is To Triumph Without Glory.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

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.

Generosity Is The Accompaniment Of High Birth; Pity And Gratitude Are Its Attendants.

It Is Hard To Hate What One Has Loved, And A Half-extinguished Fire Is Soon Relit.