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A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.

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The sight of anything extremely beautiful, in nature or in art, brings back the memory of what one loves, with the speed of lightning.
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Beautiful Light Love Sight Speed
I think being condemned to death is the only real distinction,” said Mathilde. “It is the only thing which cannot be bought.
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Bought Death Reality Thinking
When a man leaves his mistress, he runs the risk of being betrayed two or three times daily.
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Betrayal Leaving Man Risk Time
People who have been made to suffer by certain things cannot be reminded of them without a horror which paralyses every other pleasure, even that to be found in reading a story.
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Happiness People Pleasure Reading Remind Suffering
Who knows whether it is not true that phosphorus and mind are not the same thing?
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Different Known Mindset True
Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.
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Desert Faith Fool Happiness Life
I see but one rule: to be clear.
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Clear Rule See
To seem sorrowful is not in good taste: You’re supposed to seem bored.
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Bored Goodness Sorrow Taste
A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.
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Eyes Highway Mirror Novel Reflection Road
There are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.
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Beautiful Happiness Style Vision
Because one has little fear of shocking vanity in Italy, people adopt an intimate tone very quickly and discuss personal things.
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Fear Personal Quick Shock Thing
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. There are no age limits for love.
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Age Independent Love Quite Willing
Friendship has its illusions no less than love.
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Friendship Illusion Love
It is with blows dealt by public contempt that a husband kills his wife in the nineteenth century; it is by shutting the doors ofall the drawing-rooms in her face.
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Draw Face Husband Kill Public Room Wife
There is no such thing as “natural law”: this expression is nothing but old nonsense… Prior to laws, what is natural is only the strength of the lion, or the need of the creature suffering from hunger or cold, in short, need.
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Cold Hungry Law Natural Need Strength Suffering
The more one pleases everybody, the less one pleases profoundly.
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Obedience Oneself Please

A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.

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