Your heart is mine; there I reign. I am content.

After having won a scepter, few are so generous as to disdain the pleasures of ruling.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

Ambition becomes displeasing when it is once satiated; there is a reaction; and as our spirit, till our last sigh, is always aiming toward some object, it falls back on itself, having nothing else on which to rest; and having reached the summit, it longs to descend.

Doubt, but still hate!

I don't know how to defend myself: surprised innocence cannot imagine being under suspicion.

In relating our misfortunes, we often feel them lightened.