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Peace is produced by war.
One often calms one’s grief by recounting it.
We never taste a perfect joy our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
Master of the universe but not of myself, I am the only rebel against my absolute power.
A true king is neither husband nor father he considers his throne and nothing else.
Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman’s quality.
My sweetest hope is to lose hope.
I can be forced to live without happiness, but I will never consent to live without honor.
We never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate successes are mixed with sadness.
Happiness seems made to be shared.