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More Quotes by Jean Racine
Crime, like virtue, has its degrees.
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
Without money honor is merely a disease.
My only hope lies in my despair.
Innocence has nothing to dread.
The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.
I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.
Felicity is in possession, happiness in anticipation.
The part I remember best is the beginning.
I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.