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More Quotes by Jean Racine
I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.
My only hope lies in my despair.
Innocence has nothing to dread.
Is a faith without action a sincere faith?
The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.
I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?
Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.
The part I remember best is the beginning.
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.