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Two wives? That exceeds the custom.

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The envious will die, but envy never.
MOLIERE

Deep Jealous People
He must have killed a lot of men to have made so much money.
MOLIERE

Himself Kill Money
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
Everyone has a right to his own course of action.
MOLIERE

Direction Himself Right
Esteem must be founded on some sort of preference. Bestow it on everybody and it ceases to have any meaning at all.
MOLIERE

Esteem Meaning Preference
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

Love Maturity Money Process Writing
A good husband be the best sort of plaster for to cure a young woman’s ailments.
MOLIERE

Goodness Husband Problem Woman Young
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.
MOLIERE

Devil Live People Poor World Writing
The impromptu reply is precisely the touchstone of the man of wit.
MOLIERE

Man Precise Smart
Of all follies there is none greater than wanting to make the world a better place.
MOLIERE

Better Greatness Place World
A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
MOLIERE

Cure Husband Woman
There is nothing so necessary for men as dancing.
MOLIERE

Dance Man Necessary
You have but to hold forth in cap and gown, and any gibberish becomes learning, all nonsense passes for sense.
MOLIERE

Learning Nonsense
You are my peace, my solace, my salvation.
MOLIERE

Peace Salvation Yourself
I prefer a pleasant vice to an annoying virtue.
MOLIERE

Preference Vice Virtue
You never see the old austerity That was the essence of civility; Young people hereabouts, unbridled, now Just want.
MOLIERE

Civilization Essence People Young

Two wives? That exceeds the custom.

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