Life is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.

Présente je vous fuis; absente, je vous trouve;Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit

I have loved him too much not to hate

Twas easier to disarm the god of strengthThan this Hippolytus, for HerculesYielded so often to the eyes of beauty,As to make triumph cheap.― Jean Racine, Phèdre

Can a faith that does nothing be called sincere?