MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV.



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

musketeers



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

Bourgogne



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

other



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

fast"



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

write



He was accused of putting on an

imperceptible touch of rouge



Height to which her insignificance had

risen



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

others



Ignorance and superstition the first of

virtues



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

bile



Mightily tired of masters and books



Monseigneur, who had been out

wolf-hunting



More facility I have as King to gratify

myself



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

Saint-Bartholomew



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

nothing



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



Sulpicians



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

unfamiliar



The porter and the soldier were

arrested and tortured



The shortness of each day was his only

sorrow



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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