Moliere Quotes
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One cannot but mistrust a prospect of felicity: one must enjoy it before one can believe in it.
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Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.
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I might, by chance, write something just as shoddy; But then I wouldn't show it to everybody.
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The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.
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Assassination's the fastest way.
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Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.
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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.
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I hate all men, the ones because they are mean and vicious, and the others for being complaisant with the vicious ones.
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There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!
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As the purpose of comedy is to correct the vices of men, I see no reason why anyone should be exempt.
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They zealots would have everybody be as blind as themselves: to them, to be clear-sighted is libertinism.
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I would like to be like my father and all the rest of my ancestors who never married.
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There is no protection against slander.
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I recover my property wherever I find it.
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Nearly all men die of their medicines, not of their diseases.
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All the satires of the stage should be viewed without discomfort. They are public mirrors, where we are never to admit that we seeourselves; one admits to a fault when one is scandalized by its censure.
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I want to be distinguished from the rest; to tell the truth, a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.
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The 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.
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Rest assured that there is nothing which wounds the heart of a noble man more deeply than the thought his honour is assailed.
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Even Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.
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I will maintain it before the whole world.
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If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-nigh useless.
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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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If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.