XIV) Spark of ambition would have destroyed all his edifice Spirit of party can degrade the character of a nation Spoil all by asking too much Spoke only about as much as three or four women Step is but short from superstition to infidelity Stout, healthy girl of nineteen had no other sins to confess Subject to frequent fits of abstraction Subjecting the vanquished to be tried by the conquerors Sufferings of individuals, he said, are nothing Sulpicians Supported by unanswerable reasons that did not convince Suppression of all superfluous religious institutions Suspicion and tyranny are inseparable companions Suspicion of a goitre, which did not ill become her Suspicion is evidence Sworn that she had thought of nothing but you all her life Taken pains only to render himself beloved by his pupil Talent without artifice Tastes may change Teacher lost little, because he had little to lose Thank Heaven, I am out of harness That what he called love was mere debauchery That air of truth which always carries conviction That Which Often It is Best to Ignore The Jesuits were suppressed The emigrant party have their intrigues and schemes The King delighted to manage the most disgraceful points The charge of extravagance The three ministers, more ambitious than amorous The anti-Austrian party, discontented and vindictive The author (Beaumarchais) was sent to prison soon afterwards The record of the war is as the smoke of a furnace The Massacre of St. Bartholomew's Day The pretended reformed religion The King replied that "too much was too much" The King remained as if paralysed and stupefied The shortness of each day was his only sorrow The safest place on the Continent The most horrible sights have often ridiculous contrasts The old woman (Madame Maintenon) The nothingness of what the world calls great destinies The argument of interest is the best of all with monks The clergy, to whom envy is not unfamiliar The pulpit is in want of comedians; they work wonders there The monarch suddenly enough rejuvenated his attire The porter and the soldier were arrested and tortured Then comes discouragement; after that, habit There was no end to the outrageous civilities of M. de Coislin There is not one real patriot among all this infamous horde There is too much of it for earnest, and not enough for jest There is an exaggeration in your sorrow These expounders—or confounders—of codes These liars in surplice, in black cassock, or in purple They ought to be just before they are generous They will create some quarrel to destroy you They say you live very poorly here, Moliere This is the age of upstarts," said Talleyrand Those muskets were immediately embarked and sold to the Americans Those who have given offence to hate the offended party Those who did it should not pretend to wish to remedy it Thought at least extraordinary, even by our friends Thought himself eloquent when only insolent or impertinent Throw his priest into the Necker Time, the irresistible healer To tell the truth, I was never very fond of having children To despise money, is to despise happiness, liberty... To be accused was to incur instant death To die is the least event of my life (Maintenon) To be formally mistress, a husband had to be found To embellish my story I have neither leisure nor ability Touched, but like a man who does not wish to seem so Traducing virtues the slanderers never possessed Troubles might not be lasting True nobility, gentlemen, consists in giving proofs of it Trust not in kings Two hundred and twenty thousand prostitute licenses Under the notion of being frank, are rude Underrated what she could not imitate United States will be exposed to Napoleon's outrages Unreasonable love of admiration, was his ruin Usurped the easy direction of ignorance Ventured to give such rash advice: inoculation Vices or virtues of all civilized nations are relatively the same Violent passion had changed to mere friendship Want is the parent of industry Was but one brilliant action that she could perform We are tired of everything, even of our existence We die as we have lived, and 'tis rare it happens otherwise We say "inexpressibles We look upon you as a cat, or a dog, and go on talking We must have obedience, and no reasoning Weeping just as if princes had not got to die like anybody else Well, this is royally ill played! Went so far as to shed tears, his most difficult feat of all Were my generals as great fools as some of my Ministers What they need is abstinence, prohibitions, thwartings What do young women stand in need of?—Mothers! Whatever course I adopt many people will condemn me When the only security of a King rests upon his troops When one has been pretty, one imagines that one is still so When kings become prisoners they are very near death When women rule their reign is always stormy and troublous When one has seen him, everything is excusable Where the knout is the logician Which crime in power has interest to render impenetrable While the Queen was blamed, she was blindly imitated Whispered in his mother's ear, "Was that right?" Whitehall, the largest and ugliest palace in Europe Who counted others only as they stood in relation to himself Who confound logic with their wishes Who complains is shot as a conspirator Wife: property or of furniture, useful to his house Wise and disdainful silence is difficult to keep under reverses Wish you had the generosity to show, now and again, less wit Wish art to eclipse nature With us, unfortunately, suspicion is the same as conviction With him one's life was safe Women who misconduct themselves are pitiless and severe Won for himself a great name and great wealth by words World; so unreasoning, and so little in accord with itself Would you like to be a cardinal? I can manage that "Would be a pity," she said, "to stop when so fairly on the road" Would cease to rule the day he became just You are a King; you weep, and yet I go You never look in a mirror when you pass it You know, madame, that he generally gets everything he wants You tell me bad news: having packed up, I had rather go Young Prince suffered from the rickets Young girls seldom take much notice of children Your swords have rusted in their scabbards

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