Jean Racine Quotes

There are no secrets that time does not reveal.

Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.

Extreme justice is often injustice.

A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.

Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.

Sun, I come to see you for the last time.

How good is God! How sweet his yoke!

The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.

A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.

All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.

I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.

I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.

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

Disagreeable suspicions are usually the fruits of a second marriage.

The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.

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

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

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

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.

To repair the irreparable ravages of time.

My only hope lies in my despair.

None love, but they who wish to love.

Innocence has nothing to dread.

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

Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?

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

Small crimes always precedes great ones.

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

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

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.

Without money honor is merely a disease.

Henceforth the majesty of God revere;Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.

Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.

He who laughs on Friday will weep on Sunday.

He who will travel far spares his steed.

Honor, without money, is a mere malady.

The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.

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

This innocence begins to weigh me down.

The crime of a mother is a heavy burden.

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.

Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!

I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?

The day is not purer than the depths of my heart.

Too much virtue can be criminal.

Small crimes always precede great ones. Never have we seen timid innocence pass suddenly to extreme licentiousness.

The faith that acts not, is it truly faith?