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He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.

Moliere

A woman always has her revenge ready.
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Herself Revenge Woman
We are all mortals, and each is for himself.
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Himself Mortal
Long is the road from conception to completion.
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Complete Road
If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-nigh useless.
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Heart Integrity Virtue
The great ambition of women is to inspire love.
MOLIERE

Ambition Greatness Love Woman
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
But it is not reason that governs love.
MOLIERE

Government Love Reason
The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.
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Fruit Growth Slow Tree
You never see the old austerity That was the essence of civility; Young people hereabouts, unbridled, now Just want.
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Civilization Essence People Young
Rest assured that there is nothing which wounds the heart of a noble man more deeply than the thought his honour is assailed.
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Heart Honor Man Noble Wound
You are a fool in four letters, my son.
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Fool Son Yourself
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!
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Complaint Death Decent Doctor Kill Remark
That must be fine, for I don’t understand a word.
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Fine Myself Understand Word
It is madness beyond compare To try to reform the world.
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Beyond Compare Try World
Men often marry in hasty recklessness and repent afterward all their lives.
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Haste Man Marriage Regret
All the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill in dancing.
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Dance Failure Greatness Leadership Skill

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