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Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.

Moliere

It is a strange enterprise to make respectable people laugh.
MOLIERE

Laughter People Respect Strange
Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.
MOLIERE

Greatness Love Master Teaching
It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do.
MOLIERE

Action Responsibility Silence
Heaven forbids, it is true, certain gratifications, but there are ways and means of compounding such matters.
MOLIERE

Gratitude Heaven True Way
The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.
MOLIERE

Absence Partner Relationship
I have the fault of being a little more sincere than is proper.
MOLIERE

Mistake Myself Proper Sincere
Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.
MOLIERE

Human Myself
All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
MOLIERE

Perfection Quite Reason Sober Wisdom
Grammar, which knows how to control even kings.
MOLIERE

Control Grammar King
It is good food and not fine words that keeps me alive.
MOLIERE

Alive Food Goodness Myself
People of quality know everything without ever having learned anything.
MOLIERE

Learning People Quality
My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.
MOLIERE

Forever Friendship Myself
It may cost me twenty thousand francs; but for twenty thousand francs, I will have the right to rail against the iniquity of humanity, and to devote to it my eternal hatred.
MOLIERE

Forever Hate Humanity Myself Price
There is no fate more distressing for an artist than to have to show himself off before fools, to see his work exposed to the criticism of the vulgar and ignorant.
MOLIERE

Artist Fate Fools Himself Ignorance Vulgar Work
All the power is with the sex that wears the beard.
MOLIERE

Beard Discrimination Power Sex
All is wholesome in the absence of excess.
MOLIERE

Absence Minimalism

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