Sometimes I feel something akin to rage At the corrupted morals of this age!
MOLIERESometimes I feel something akin to rage At the corrupted morals of this age!
MOLIEREWe live under a prince who is an enemy to fraud, a prince whose eyes penetrate into the heart, and whom all the art of impostors can’t deceive.
MOLIEREOne can be well-bred and write bad poetry.
MOLIEREI have the knack of easing scruples.
MOLIEREWhen we are understood, we always speak well, and then all your fine diction serves no purpose.
MOLIEREI recover my property wherever I find it.
MOLIEREIt is a strange enterprise to make respectable people laugh.
MOLIERELove is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.
MOLIEREIt is madness beyond compare To try to reform the world.
MOLIEREI have the fault of being a little more sincere than is proper.
MOLIEREPeople can be induced to swallow anything, provided it is sufficiently seasoned with praise.
MOLIEREGold is the key, whatever else we try; and that sweet metal aids the conqueror in every case, in love as well as war.
MOLIEREMalicious men may die, but malice never.
MOLIERETwo wives? That exceeds the custom.
MOLIEREPeople of quality know everything without ever having learned anything.
MOLIEREDeference and intimacy live far apart.
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