A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

Quote by Jean Racine

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Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us:...

Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us:...

Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!

Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!

It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.

It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.

Too much virtue can be criminal.

Too much virtue can be criminal.

There are no secrets that time does not reveal.

There are no secrets that time does not reveal.

I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter...

I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter...

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.

I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.

I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.

On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the...

On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the...

My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity...

My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity...

I have everything, yet have nothing; and although I possess nothing, still of nothing am...

I have everything, yet have nothing; and although I possess nothing, still of nothing am...

Without money honor is merely a disease.

Without money honor is merely a disease.

If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.

If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.

There is nothing so easy but that it becomes difficult when you do it with...

There is nothing so easy but that it becomes difficult when you do it with...

The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules...

The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules...

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better...

The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better...

It behooves a prudent person to make trial of everything before arms.

It behooves a prudent person to make trial of everything before arms.

How good is God! How sweet his yoke!

How good is God! How sweet his yoke!