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We 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.

Moliere

When you model yourself on people, you should try to resemble their good sides.
MOLIERE

Goodness Modeling People Side
There is something inexpressibly charming in falling in love and, surely, the whole pleasure lies in the fact that love isn’t lasting.
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Charm Expression Fact Lying
There is no reward so delightful, no pleasure so exquisite, as having one’s work known and acclaimed by those whose applause confers honor.
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Delight Honor Pleasure Reward
Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.
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Day Love Reason Rule Yourself
Things are only worth what you make them worth.
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Value Worth Yourself
Isn’t the greatest rule of all the rules simply to please?
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Greatness Rule Simplicity
We must take the good with the bad; For the good when it’s good, is so very good That the bad when it’s bad can’t be bad!
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Bad Goodness
Birth is nothing without virtue, and we have no claim to share in the glory of our ancestors unless we endeavor to resemble them.
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Ancestor Born Glorious Virtue
Words and deeds are far from being one. Much that is talked about is left undone.
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Oneself Talk Word
Esteem must be founded on preference: to hold everyone in high esteem is to esteem nothing.
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Esteem Hold Preference
How easily a fathers tenderness is recalled, and how quickly a son’s offenses vanish at the slightest word of repentance!
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Easy Father Regret Son Vanish
Frankly, it’s good enough to lock up in a drawer.
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Draw Enough Goodness
Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
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Body Cover Soul Wound
We always speak well when we manage to be understood.
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Manage Talk Understand
Gold makes the ugly beautiful.
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Beautiful Gold One Liner Ugly
Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave’s a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.
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Embrace Honor Myself Place Preserve Worm

We 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.

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