I have a heart to love all the world; and like Alexander I wish there were yet other worlds, so I could carry even further my amorous conquests.
MOLIEREI have a heart to love all the world; and like Alexander I wish there were yet other worlds, so I could carry even further my amorous conquests.
MOLIEREWives rarely fuss about their beauty To guarantee their mate’s affection.
MOLIEREA good husband be the best sort of plaster for to cure a young woman’s ailments.
MOLIEREThe world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.
MOLIEREWriting is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.
MOLIEREThere is no secret of the heart which our actions do not disclose.
MOLIEREThose whose conduct gives room for talk are always the first to attack their neighbors.
MOLIERELove is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.
MOLIERERest assured that there is nothing which wounds the heart of a noble man more deeply than the thought his honour is assailed.
MOLIEREMost people die from the remedy rather than from the illness.
MOLIEREWe must take the good with the bad; For the good when it’s good, is so very good That the bad when it’s bad can’t be bad!
MOLIEREThe true touchstone of wit is the impromptu.
MOLIEREWe are all mortals, and each is for himself.
MOLIEREWords and deeds are far from being one. Much that is talked about is left undone.
MOLIEREA laudation in Greek is of marvellous efficacy on the title-page of a book.
MOLIEREOne can be well-bred and write bad poetry.
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