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The maturing process of becoming a writer is akin to that of a harlot. First you do it for love, then for a few friends, and finally only for money.

Moliere

The envious will die, but envy never.
MOLIERE

Deep Jealous People
We must take the good with the bad; For the good when it’s good, is so very good That the bad when it’s bad can’t be bad!
MOLIERE

Bad Goodness
I believe that two and two are four and that four and four are eight.
MOLIERE

Believe Mathematics
I have the knack of easing scruples.
MOLIERE

Easy Myself
Don’t appear so scholarly, pray. Humanize your talk, and speak to be understood.
MOLIERE

Appearance Humanity Prayer Talk Understand
All is wholesome in the absence of excess.
MOLIERE

Absence Minimalism
They would have everybody be as blind as themselves: to them, to be clear-sighted is libertinism.
MOLIERE

Blind Clear Liberty Sight
A learned fool is more a fool than an ignorant fool.
MOLIERE

Fool Ignorance Learning
I will not leave you until I have seen you hanged.
MOLIERE

Death Leaving Myself See Yourself
The true touchstone of wit is the impromptu.
MOLIERE

Brilliance Touch True
The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself.
MOLIERE

Friendship Love Purity
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
You are my peace, my solace, my salvation.
MOLIERE

Peace Salvation Yourself
He must have killed a lot of men to have made so much money.
MOLIERE

Himself Kill Money
Human weakness is to desire to know what one does not want to know.
MOLIERE

Desire Human Known Oneself Weakness
I live on good soup, not on fine words.
MOLIERE

Fine Goodness Live Soup Word

The maturing process of becoming a writer is akin to that of a harlot. First you do it for love, then for a few friends, and finally only for money.

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