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MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV.

Duc de Saint-Simon

Louis XIV. In Conferance With Madame Maintenon

[ENLARGE]

Effect Of The Edict Of Nantes

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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