Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself! Jean Racine More Quotes by Jean Racine More Quotes From Jean Racine Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me! Jean Racine jealousypassionfeels By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight! Jean Racine flamespassionsuicide He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear. Jean Racine wickedsecretgod The part I remember best is the beginning. Jean Racine remember Some smaller crimes always precede the great crimes. Jean Racine crimeevil When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth? Jean Racine passionheartlying Sun, I come to see you for the last time. Jean Racine despairsuicidedeath Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants. Jean Racine flighttyrants Great crimes come never singly; they are linked To sins that went before. Jean Racine linkedcrimesin This innocence begins to weigh me down. Jean Racine innocence If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything. Jean Racine sincerelysaidbelieve My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. Jean Racine lighteyegiving A single word often betrays a great design. Jean Racine single-worddesignwriting Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all? Jean Racine knowingknows How good is God! How sweet his yoke! Jean Racine yokehomesweet Justice in the extreme is often unjust. Jean Racine extremesunjustjustice Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. Jean Racine coveringshadoweye He who has far to ride spares his horse. Jean Racine prudencespareshorse Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion. Jean Racine unjustpainsuffering You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth. Jean Racine passiontragedyliterature
