He [Moliere] pleases all the world, but cannot please himself.

Happy who in his verse can gently steer, From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.

Nothing but truth is lovely, nothing fair.

In spite of every sage whom Greece can show, Unerring wisdom never dwelt below; Folly in all of every age we see, The only difference lies in the degree.

It is the sin which we have not committed which seems the most monstrous.

The world is full of fools; and he who would not wish to see one, must not only shut himself up alone, but must also break his looking-glass.

Gold lends a touch of beauty even to the ugly.