Jean Racine Quotes - Page 2

And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?

Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.

You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.

She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.

A single word often betrays a great design.

Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.

He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.

The feeling of mistrust is always the last which a great mind acquires.

On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.

Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.

Often it is fatal to live too long.

When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?

How admirable and beautiful is the simplicity of the Evangelists! They never speak injuriously of the enemies of Jesus Christ, of His judges, nor of His executioners. They report the facts without a single reflection. They comment neither on their Master's mildness when He was smitten, nor on His constancy in the hour of His ignominious death, which they thus describe: "And they crucified Jesus.

He who ruleth the raging of the sea, knows also how to check the designs of the ungodly. I submit myself with reverence to His Holy Will. O Abner, I fear my God, and I fear none but Him.

Les te moins sont fort chers, et n'en a pas qui veut. Witnesses are expensive and not everyone can afford them.

It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.

According as the man is, so must you humour him.

He who laughs on Friday will weep on Sunday.

Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.

Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.

It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.

This innocence begins to weigh me down.

To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.

The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.

You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.