“Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?”

Every time I appoint someone to a vacant position, I make a hundred unhappy and one ungrateful.

First feelings are always the most natural.

Why are you weeping ? Did you imagine that I was immortal ?

Has God forgotten everything I’ve done for him ?

The Last Argument of Kings.

Impatience for victory guarantees defeat.

In every treaty, insert a clause which can easily be violated, so that the entire agreement can be broken in case the interests of the State make it expedient to do so.

One king, one law, one faith.

I see no point in reading.

I could sooner reconcile all Europe than two women.

I am the State.

There is little that can withstand a man who can conquer himself.

Only small minds want always to be right.

Ah, if I were not king, I should lose my temper.

The years go by one after the other; time slips past us with out our being aware of it; we grow old like ordinary men and we shall end like them.

Laws are the sovereigns of sovereigns.

What if my ink runs dry or I have no words to sum up the tears I cry how do I write about nothing?

With all your words of glass, I felt the wedding dress rip If I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of seeing me cry why should I want to give you the rest of my life?

Humans need breaks. Humans need to cry. Humans need to feel mad, sad, happy, and all the emotions in between. And humans need to have boundaries. 

Even the sky wept when you left.

Santa sobs recalling December’s decor, navigating joys volcano, overcoming dawns of insomnia, waking the snowflakes to find, yearlong sleep, which delightfulness sneaks!

Your words may dim her light and make her cry, but you can never douse her flames how much ever you try.

I cry because I don’t know how to help you, but I can’t even help myself.

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth — look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.