Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

The impromptu reply is precisely the touchstone of the man of wit.

Everyone has a right to his own course of action.

Isn't the greatest rule of all the rules simply to please?

You only die once, but you will be dead for a very long time.

But it is not reason that governs love.

Esteem must be founded on some sort of preference. Bestow it on everybody and it ceases to have any meaning at all.