“Dom Juan believes neither in Heaven, nor the saints, nor God, nor the Werewolf.”

It is a long road from conception to completion.

That must be fine, for I don’t understand a word.

Grammar, which knows how to control even kings.

I prefer a pleasant vice to an annoying virtue.

I prefer an interesting vice to a virtue that bores.

The duty of comedy is to correct men by amusing them.

Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.

Isn’t the greatest rule of all the rules simply to please?

Without dance, a man can do nothing.

The ancients, sir, are the ancients, and we are the people of today.

Perfect reason avoids all extremes.

What a terrible thing to be a great lord, yet a wicked man.

I want people to be sincere; a man of honor shouldn’t speak a single word that doesn’t come straight from his heart.

There’s nothing people can’t contrive to praise or condemn and find justification for doing so, according to their age and their inclinations.

You are my peace, my solace, my salvation.

Good Heavens! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing it.