Jean Baptiste Poquelin Moliere

All extremes does perfect reason flee,
And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
[Fr., La parfaite raison read more

All extremes does perfect reason flee,
And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
[Fr., La parfaite raison fuit toute extremite,
Et veut que l'on soit sage avec sobriete.]

Too great haste leads us to error.
[Fr., Le trop de promptitude a l'erreur nous expose.]

Too great haste leads us to error.
[Fr., Le trop de promptitude a l'erreur nous expose.]

The republic of letters.
[Fr., La republique des lettres.]

The republic of letters.
[Fr., La republique des lettres.]

Heaven forbids, it is true, certain gratifications, but there are
ways and means of compounding such matters.

Heaven forbids, it is true, certain gratifications, but there are
ways and means of compounding such matters.

Innocence is not accustomed to blush.
[Fr., L'innocence a rougir n'est point accoutumee.]

Innocence is not accustomed to blush.
[Fr., L'innocence a rougir n'est point accoutumee.]