Jean Racine

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

I have everything, yet have nothing; and although I possess nothing, still of nothing am I in want.

I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.

There are no secrets that time does not reveal.

I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.

A single word often betrays a great design.