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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

Sharing with Jupiter is never a dishonor.
MOLIERE

Honor Share
The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.
MOLIERE

Affair Strange World
Virtue is the first title of nobility.
MOLIERE

Nobility Virtue
Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.
MOLIERE

Assurance Creature Weird Yourself
No matter what everybody says, ultimately these things can harm us only by the way we react to them.
MOLIERE

Harm Ourselves Reaction Ultimate
At least it’s better to be married than to be dead.
MOLIERE

Better Death Marriage
Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
MOLIERE

Body Cover Soul Wound
It’s true Heaven forbids some pleasures, but a compromise can usually be found.
MOLIERE

Finding Heaven Pleasure True
The true touchstone of wit is the impromptu.
MOLIERE

Brilliance Touch True
There is something inexpressibly charming in falling in love and, surely, the whole pleasure lies in the fact that love isn’t lasting.
MOLIERE

Charm Expression Fact Lying
Cultivated people should be superior to any consideration so sordid as a mercenary interest.
MOLIERE

Cultivation Interest People
All the power is with the sex that wears the beard.
MOLIERE

Beard Discrimination Power Sex
Those whose conduct gives room for talk are always the first to attack their neighbors.
MOLIERE

Attack Neighbor Room
You think you can marry for your own pleasure, friend?
MOLIERE

Marriage Pleasure Thinking Yourself
Two wives? That exceeds the custom.
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Marriage Rule Wife
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

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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