Anyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.
MOLIEREAnyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.
MOLIEREThings are only worth what you make them worth.
MOLIEREWe die only once, and for such a long time.
MOLIEREWith a smile we should instruct our youth.
MOLIEREIt is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do.
MOLIEREThere is something inexpressibly charming in falling in love and, surely, the whole pleasure lies in the fact that love isn’t lasting.
MOLIEREThe road is long fro the project to its completion.
MOLIEREEverything that’s prose isn’t verse and everything that isn’t verse is prose. Now you see what it is to be a scholar!
MOLIERECover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
MOLIEREIt is a folly second to none; to try to improve the world.
MOLIEREThen worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave’s a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.
MOLIEREI have a heart to love all the world; and like Alexander I wish there were yet other worlds, so I could carry even further my amorous conquests.
MOLIERENew-born desires, after all, have inexplicable charms, and all the pleasure of love is in variety.
MOLIEREMy fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.
MOLIERELove is often the fruit of marriage.
MOLIEREMusic and dance are all you need.
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