Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.
Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.
Betrayed and wronged in everything, Iโll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where Iโll be free to have an honest heart. - Moliรจre, The Misanthrope
I prefer a pleasant vice to an annoying virtue.
Malicious men may die, but malice never.
Things are only worth what you make them worth.