Pierre Corneille

6 Jun 1606 // 1 Oct 1684


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One is often guilty by being too just
One half of my life has put the other half in the grave
Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!
My sweetest hope is to lose hope
My reason, it's true, controls my feelings, but whatever its authority, it doesn't rule them so much as tyrannize them
Master of the universe but not of myself, I am the only rebel against my absolute power
Love is a tyrant sparing none
It matters more how one gives than what one gives
I see, I know, I believe, I am undeceived
I don't know how to defend myself: surprised innocence cannot imagine being under suspicion
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."