L'empire est quelque chose, et l'Empereur n'est rien.
Chaque instant de la vie est un pas vers la mort.
Que je meure au combat, ou meure de tristesse, Je rendrai mon sang pur comme je l'ai reçu.
Nos plus heureux succès sont mêlés de tristesse.
Ma plus douce espérance est de perdre l'espoir.
Un cœur est trop cruel quand il trouve des charmes Aux douceurs que corrompt l'amertume des larmes.
Nos plus heureux succès sont mêlés de tristesse.
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