Love Is Often The Fruit Of Marriage.

[dom Juan] Believes Neither In Heaven, Nor The Saints, Nor God, Nor The Werewolf.

You Are A Fool In Four Letters, My Son.

Grammar, Which Knows How To Lord It Over Kings, And With High Hands Makes Them Obey Its Laws.

Once You Have The Cap And Gown All You Need Do Is Open Your Mouth. Whatever Nonsense You Talk Becomes Wisdom And All The Rubbish Good Sense.

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.