The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. — Jean Racine Copy Share Image
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight! — Jean Racine Copy Share Image
“ I cherished you inconstant; what would I have done, faithful? Now, even now, when your cruel mouth so calmly speaks my… — Jean Racine Copy Share Image
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. — Jean Racine Copy Share Image
A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the… — Jean Racine Copy Share Image
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt. — Jean Racine Copy Share Image
“Le nom d'amant peut-être offense son courage; Mais il en a les yeux, s'il n'en a le langage.” — Jean Racine Copy Share Image
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth? — Jean Racine Copy Share Image
If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything. — Jean Racine Copy Share Image
