Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.
MOLIEREEach day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.
MOLIEREOne ought to look a good deal at oneself before thinking of condemning others.
MOLIEREOh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.
MOLIEREIn society one needs a flexible virtue; too much goodness can be blamable.
MOLIERETwo wives? That exceeds the custom.
MOLIEREOne can be well-bred and write bad poetry.
MOLIEREOne should eat to live, not live to eat.
MOLIEREWe live under a prince who is an enemy to fraud, a prince whose eyes penetrate into the heart, and whom all the art of impostors can’t deceive.
MOLIEREIt is fine for a woman to know a lot; but I don’t want her to have this shocking desire to be learned for learnedness sake. When I ask a woman a question, I like her to pretend to ignore what she really knows.
MOLIEREYou think you can marry for your own pleasure, friend?
MOLIEREunbroken happiness is a bore: it should have ups and downs.
MOLIEREGold is the key, whatever else we try; and that sweet metal aids the conqueror in every case, in love as well as war.
MOLIEREInnocence is not accustomed to blush.
MOLIEREIt infuriates me to be wrong when I know I’m right.
MOLIERELove is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.
MOLIEREBut it is not reason that governs love.
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