Maxioms by Pierre Corneille
Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.
Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.
By speaking of our misfortunes we often relieve them.
[Fr., A raconter ses maux souvent on les soulage.]
By speaking of our misfortunes we often relieve them.
[Fr., A raconter ses maux souvent on les soulage.]
