Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
Jean Baptiste Moliere (1622 - 1673)
Source: Tartuffe, 11664, act III, sc. ii
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
We die only once, and for such a long time!
Source: Le Dépit Amoureux, 1656, act V, sc. iii
Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths.
Source: Le Misanthrope, 1666, act III, sc. uii
One must eat to live, and not live to eat.
Source: Amphitryon 1666, act III, sc. i
On some preference esteem is based, to esteem everything is to esteem nothing.
Source: Le Misanthrope, 1666, act I, sc. i
I will maintain it before the whole world.
Source: Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme, 1670, act IV, sc. v
My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.
Source: Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme, 1670, act IV, sc. i
Fear less, hope more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Hate less, love more; And all good things are yours.
You are a fool in four letters, my son.
Source: Tartuffe, 11664, act I, sc. i
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