My heavens! I’ve been talking prose for the last forty years without knowing it.
MOLIEREMy heavens! I’ve been talking prose for the last forty years without knowing it.
MOLIERESolitude terrifies the soul at twenty.
MOLIEREPeople can be induced to swallow anything, provided it is sufficiently seasoned with praise.
MOLIERESometimes I feel something akin to rage At the corrupted morals of this age!
MOLIEREThe world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.
MOLIEREIt infuriates me to be wrong when I know I’m right.
MOLIEREAssassination’s the fastest way.
MOLIEREBetrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart.
MOLIEREDon’t appear so scholarly, pray. Humanize your talk, and speak to be understood.
MOLIEREThe great ambition of women is to inspire love.
MOLIEREThere are pretenders to piety as well as to courage.
MOLIEREDoubts are more cruel than the worst of truths.
MOLIEREThe less we deserve good fortune, the more we hope for it.
MOLIEREI want to be distinguished from the rest; to tell the truth, a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.
MOLIEREEverything that’s prose isn’t verse and everything that isn’t verse is prose. Now you see what it is to be a scholar!
MOLIEREAll the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing.
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