Your heart is mine; there I reign. I am content.
All evils are equal when they are extreme.
Who is all-powerful should fear everything.
Love is a tyrant sparing none.
One ought to have a good memory when he has told a lie.
It takes good memory to keep up a lie.
An example is often a deceptive mirror, and the order of destiny, so troubling to our thoughts, is not always found written in things past.
My sweetest hope is to lose hope.
He who allows me to rule is in fact my master.
Heaven absolves all crimes committed to gain a throne Once Heaven gives it to us.
Treachery is noble when aimed at tyranny.
Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman’s quality.
He who despises life is his life’s master.
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.
Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!
He who has resolved to conquer or die is seldom conquered; such noble despair perishes with difficulty.
A good memory is needed after one has lied.
Alas, I emerge from one disaster to fall into a worse.
One is often guilty by being too just.