Even Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.
MOLIEREEven Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.
MOLIEREThe only people who can be excused for letting a bad book loose on the world are the poor devils who have to write for a living.
MOLIEREThe world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.
MOLIEREThere is no secret of the heart which our actions do not disclose.
MOLIERESolitude terrifies the soul at twenty.
MOLIEREHe must have killed a lot of men to have made so much money.
MOLIEREAssassination’s the fastest way.
MOLIEREAll right-minded people adore it; and anyone who is able to live without it is unworthy to draw breathe
MOLIEREOur minds need relaxation, and give way unless we mix with work a little play.
MOLIEREThe defects of human nature afford us opportunities of exercising our philosophy, the best employment of our virtues. If all men were righteous, all hearts true and frank and loyal, what use would our virtues be?
MOLIEREMan, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.
MOLIERENo one is safe from slander. The best way is to pay no attention to it, but live in innocence and let the world talk.
MOLIEREDeference and intimacy live far apart.
MOLIEREEsteem must be founded on some sort of preference. Bestow it on everybody and it ceases to have any meaning at all.
MOLIEREWhen there is enough to eat for eight, there is plenty for ten.
MOLIEREIts as if you think you’d never find Reason and the Sacred intertwined.
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