Produced by David Widger QUOTES AND IMAGES: MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV. MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV. Duc de Saint-Simon 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