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A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.

Moliere

Unreasonable haste is the direct road to error.
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Direct Error Haste Reason
If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-nigh useless.
MOLIERE

Heart Integrity Virtue
I hate all men, the ones because they are mean and vicious, and the others for being complaisant with the vicious ones.
MOLIERE

Hate Man Mean Oneself Vicious
In 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.
MOLIERE

Change Clothes Current Follow Man Taste
Music and dance are all you need.
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Dance Music Need
He makes his cook his merit, and the world visits his dinners and not him.
MOLIERE

Cook Food Himself World
It infuriates me to be wrong when I know I’m right.
MOLIERE

Angry Right Wrong
It’s true Heaven forbids some pleasures, but a compromise can usually be found.
MOLIERE

Finding Heaven Pleasure True
I might, by chance, write something just as shoddy; But then I wouldn’t show it to everybody.
MOLIERE

Chance Myself Show Writing
It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
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Love Season Thinking
All is wholesome in the absence of excess.
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Absence Minimalism
I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others.
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Myself Poet Trouble Writing
Love is often the fruit of marriage.
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Fruit Love Marriage
I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.
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Beautiful Feed Goodness Language
As the purpose of comedy is to correct the vices of men, I see no reason why anyone should be exempt.
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Comedy Correct Man Myself Purpose Vice
All right-minded people adore it; and anyone who is able to live without it is unworthy to draw breathe
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Breathe Draw Mindset People Right

A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.

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