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All which is not prose is verse and all which is not verse is prose.
Moliere
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Moliere
Age: 50 †
Born: 1622
Born: October 15
Died: 1673
Died: February 16
Dramaturge
Playwright
Poet
Satirist
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Theatrical Director
Paris
France
Jean-Baptiste Poquelin
Moliere
Jean-Baptiste Molière
Jean Baptiste Poquelin Molière
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The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.
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It is a strange enterprise to make respectable people laugh.
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The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.
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Grammar, which can govern even Kings.
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One is easily fooled by that which one loves.
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If Claret is the king of natural wines, Burgundy is the queen.
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One can be well-bred and write bad poetry
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It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
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There are pretenders to piety as well as to courage.
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The smallest errors are always the best. [Fr., Les plus courtes erreurs sont toujours les meilleures.]
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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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Frenchmen have an unlimited capacity for gallantry and indulge it on every occasion.
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All is wholesome in the absence of excess.
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At least it's better to be married than to be dead.
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Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.
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Hypocrisy is a fashionable vice, and all fashionable vices pass for virtue.
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Folk whose own behavior is most ridiculous are always to the fore in slandering others.
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The public scandal is what constitutes the offence: sins sinned in secret are no sins at all.
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It's an odd job, making decent people laugh.
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It may cost me twenty thousand francs but for twenty thousand francs, I will have the right to rail against the iniquity of humanity, and to devote to it my eternal hatred.
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