Maxioms by Jean Baptiste Poquelin Moliere
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.]
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.
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.]
The road is long fro the project to its completion.
[Fr., Et le chemin est long du projet a read more
The road is long fro the project to its completion.
[Fr., Et le chemin est long du projet a la chose.]
