I Would Like To Be Like My

I Have A Heart To Love All The World; And Like Alexander I Wish There Were Yet Other Worlds, So I Could Carry Even Further My Amorous Conquests.

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

She Is Laughing Up Her Sleeve At You.

All The Satires Of The Stage Should Be Viewed Without Discomfort. They Are Public Mirrors, Where We Are Never To Admit That We Seeourselves; One Admits To A Fault When One Is Scandalized By Its Censure.

The True Touchstone Of Wit Is The Impromptu.