Let's leave his rank, then, — take the man himself: - Molière

Ur. It is strange in you gentlemen poets that you always condemn the pieces which every one runs after, and speak well only of those which no one goes to see. You display an unconquerable hatred for the one, and an inconceivable tenderness for the others.

debts now-a-days are like children, begot with pleasure, but brought forth with pain.

Le temps qui fuit nous y convie
Profitons de la vie
Autant que nous pouvons.