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.
MOLIEREHe who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.
MOLIEREThe scandal of the world is what makes the offence; it is not sinful to sin in silence.
MOLIEREShow some mercy to this chair which has stretched out its arms to you for so long; please satisfy its desire to embrace you!
MOLIEREWords and deeds are far from being one. Much that is talked about is left undone.
MOLIEREI want to be distinguished from the rest; to tell the truth, a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.
MOLIEREIf you make yourself understood, you’re always speaking well.
MOLIEREHe must have killed a lot of men to have made so much money.
MOLIEREThe road is a long one from the projection of a thing to its accomplishment.
MOLIEREThe envious will die, but envy never.
MOLIEREAlthough I am a pious man, I am not the less a man.
MOLIEREWhen there is enough to eat for eight, there is plenty for ten.
MOLIEREAll the satires of the stage should be viewed without discomfort. They are public mirrors, where we are never to admit that we see ourselves; one admits to a fault when one is scandalized by its censure.
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.
MOLIEREEveryone has a right to his own course of action.
MOLIEREReason is not what decides love.
MOLIERE