Pierre Corneille

6 Jun 1606 // 1 Oct 1684


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It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit
When obedience is so impious, revolt is a necessity
As our self-interests differ, so do our feelings
When the patient loves his disease, how unwilling he is to allow a remedy to be applied
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness
They who overcome their desires once can overcome them always
Self-love is the source of all our other loves
Reason and love are sworn enemies
Peace is produced by war
One often calms one's grief by recounting it
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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."