There’s a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!
MOLIEREThere’s a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!
MOLIEREThe trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.
MOLIEREEach day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.
MOLIEREYou are a fool in four letters, my son.
MOLIEREIn clothes as well as speech, the man of sense Will shun all these extremes that give offense, Dress unaffectedly, and, without haste, Follow the changes in the current taste.
MOLIEREMan, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.
MOLIEREShe is laughing up her sleeve at you.
MOLIEREAge brings about everything; but it is not the time, Madam, as we know, to be a prude at twenty.
MOLIERELove is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.
MOLIEREPeople of quality know everything without ever having learned anything.
MOLIEREAh, there are no longer any children!
MOLIEREI believe that two and two are four and that four and four are eight.
MOLIEREYou never see the old austerity That was the essence of civility; Young people hereabouts, unbridled, now Just want.
MOLIEREIf you make yourself understood, you’re always speaking well.
MOLIEREEvery good act is charity. A man’s true wealth hereafter is the good that he does in this world to his fellows.
MOLIERESharing with Jupiter is never a dishonor.
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