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Sometimes I feel something akin to rage At the corrupted morals of this age!

Moliere

Nearly all men die of their medicines, not of their diseases.
MOLIERE

Death Man Medicine Sick
There is no reward so delightful, no pleasure so exquisite, as having one’s work known and acclaimed by those whose applause confers honor.
MOLIERE

Delight Honor Pleasure Reward
Esteem must be founded on preference: to hold everyone in high esteem is to esteem nothing.
MOLIERE

Esteem Hold Preference
Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.
MOLIERE

Affair Charm Gold Misery
Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
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Body Cover Soul Wound
How easily a fathers tenderness is recalled, and how quickly a son’s offenses vanish at the slightest word of repentance!
MOLIERE

Easy Father Regret Son Vanish
Although I am a pious man, I am not the less a man.
MOLIERE

Man Myself
The road is a long one from the projection of a thing to its accomplishment.
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Accomplishment Projection Road
I find medicine is the best of all trades because whether you do any good or not you still. Get your money.
MOLIERE

Medicine Money Trade Yourself
I prefer an interesting vice to a virtue that bores.
MOLIERE

Boredom Interest Myself Preference Vice Virtue
In society one needs a flexible virtue; too much goodness can be blamable.
MOLIERE

Blame Goodness Need Society Virtue
I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.
MOLIERE

Beautiful Feed Goodness Language
The only people who can be excused for letting a bad book loose on the world are the poor devils who have to write for a living.
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Devil Live People Poor World Writing
Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.
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Day Love Reason Rule Yourself
Assassination’s the fastest way.
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Assassination Death Fast Murder Way
No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.
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Acceptance Crowd Fools Reason Right Stubborn Way

Sometimes I feel something akin to rage At the corrupted morals of this age!

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