I would tell you I love you, Sir, if I knew what it was to love..

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

Those who easily forgive invite offenses..

Those who resolve to conquer or die, are rarely conquered..

It is the gift of heaven and not of reason..

It is a crime against the State to be powerful enough to commit one..

It matters more how one gives than what one gives.

One is often guilty by being too just..

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

Sir, what does it matter whom I serve, so long as I am right?.

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

The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes..

As great as kings may be, they are what we are: they can err like other men..

I am master of myself as of the universe, so I am; so I wish to be..

Rome is no longer in Rome, it is here where I am..

Happiness seems made to be shared. [Fr., Le bonheur semble fait pour etre partage.].

He who plays advisor is no longer ambassador..

The people you killed seem to be in excellent health..

A good memory is needed after one has lied..

When the patient loves his disease, how unwilling he is to allow a remedy to be applied..

One ought to have a good memory when he has told a lie.