Duc de Saint-Simon

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Full Size Louis XIV. In Conferance With Madame Maintenon

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Effect Of The Edict Of Nantes

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Search Of The Spanish Ambassador

A cardinal may be poisoned, stabbed,

got rid of altogether

A good friend when a friend at all,

which was rare

A King's son, a King's father, and

never a King

A lingering fear lest the sick man

should recover

A king is made for his subjects, and

not the subjects for him

Admit our ignorance, and not to give

fictions and inventions

Aptitude did not come up to my desire

Arranged his affairs that he died

without money

Artagnan, captain of the grey


Believed that to undertake and succeed

were only the same things

But with a crawling baseness equal to

her previous audacity

Capacity was small, and yet he believed

he knew everything

Compelled to pay, who would have

preferred giving voluntarily

Conjugal impatience of the Duc de


Countries of the Inquisition, where

science is a crime

Danger of inducing hypocrisy by placing

devotion too high

Death came to laugh at him for the

sweating labour he had taken

Depopulated a quarter of the realm

Desmarets no longer knew of what wood

to make a crutch

Enriched one at the expense of the


Exceeded all that was promised of her,

and all that I had hoped

Few would be enriched at the expense of

the many

For penance: "we must make our servants


For want of better support I sustained

myself with courage

Found it easier to fly into a rage than

to reply

From bad to worse was easy

He had pleased (the King) by his drugs

He limped audaciously

He was often firm in promises

He was so good that I sometimes

reproached him for it

He was born bored; he was so accustomed

to live out of himself

He liked nobody to be in any way

superior to him

He was scarcely taught how to read or


He was accused of putting on an

imperceptible touch of rouge

Height to which her insignificance had


His death, so happy for him and so sad

for his friends

His habits were publicly known to be

those of the Greeks

His great piety contributed to weaken

his mind

I abhorred to gain at the expense of


Ignorance and superstition the first of


Imagining themselves everywhere in

marvellous danger of capture

In order to say something cutting to

you, says it to himself

Indiscreet and tyrannical charity

Interests of all interested painted on

their faces

It is a sign that I have touched the

sore point

Jesuits: all means were good that

furthered his designs

Juggle, which put the wealth of Peter

into the pockets of Paul

King was being wheeled in his easy

chair in the gardens

Less easily forget the injuries we

inflict than those received

Madame de Maintenon in returning young

and poor from America

Make religion a little more palpable

Manifesto of a man who disgorges his


Mightily tired of masters and books

Monseigneur, who had been out


More facility I have as King to gratify


My wife went to bed, and received a

crowd of visitors

Never been able to bend her to a more

human way of life

Never was a man so ready with tears, so

backward with grief

No means, therefore, of being wise

among so many fools

Not allowing ecclesiastics to meddle

with public affairs

Of a politeness that was unendurable

Oh, my lord! how many virtues you make

me detest

Omissions must be repaired as soon as

they are perceived

Others were not allowed to dream as he

had lived

People who had only sores to share

People with difficulty believe what

they have seen

Persuaded themselves they understood

each other

Polite when necessary, but insolent

when he dared

Pope excommunicated those who read the

book or kept it

Pope not been ashamed to extol the


Promotion was granted according to

length of service

Received all the Court in her bed

Reproaches rarely succeed in love

Revocation of the edict of Nantes

Rome must be infallible, or she is


Said that if they were good, they were

sure to be hated

Saw peace desired were they less

inclined to listen to terms

Scarcely any history has been written

at first hand

Seeing him eat olives with a fork!

She lose her head, and her accomplice

to be broken on the wheel

Spark of ambition would have destroyed

all his edifice

Spoil all by asking too much

Spoke only about as much as three or

four women


Supported by unanswerable reasons that

did not convince

Suspicion of a goitre, which did not

ill become her

Teacher lost little, because he had

little to lose

The clergy, to whom envy is not


The porter and the soldier were

arrested and tortured

The shortness of each day was his only


The most horrible sights have often

ridiculous contrasts

The argument of interest is the best of

all with monks

The nothingness of what the world calls

great destinies

The safest place on the Continent

There was no end to the outrageous

civilities of M. de Coislin

Touched, but like a man who does not

wish to seem so

Unreasonable love of admiration, was

his ruin

We die as we have lived, and 'tis rare

it happens otherwise

Whatever course I adopt many people

will condemn me

Whitehall, the largest and ugliest

palace in Europe

Who counted others only as they stood

in relation to himself

Wise and disdainful silence is

difficult to keep under reverses

With him one's life was safe

World; so unreasoning, and so little in

accord with itself

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