It infuriates me to be wrong when I know I’m right.
MOLIEREIt infuriates me to be wrong when I know I’m right.
MOLIEREToo great haste leads us to error.
MOLIEREThe more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself.
MOLIEREThe art of flatterers is to take advantage of the foibles of the great, to foster their errors, and never to give advice which may annoy.
MOLIEREHe who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.
MOLIEREAnyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.
MOLIEREIf you make yourself understood, you’re always speaking well.
MOLIEREMy heavens! I’ve been talking prose for the last forty years without knowing it.
MOLIEREStay awhile that we may make an end the sooner.
MOLIEREOf all the noises known to man, opera is the most expensive.
MOLIEREThere is no rampart that will hold out against malice.
MOLIEREEach day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.
MOLIEREMost people die from the remedy rather than from the illness.
MOLIEREFolk whose own behavior is most ridiculous are always to the fore in slandering others.
MOLIEREThe world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.
MOLIEREIt is a folly second to none; to try to improve the world.
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