Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTMilitary men are the scourges of the world.
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Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It’s the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.
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The secret is not to betray your ignorance. Just maneuver, avoid the quicksands and obstacles, and the rest can be found in a dictionary.
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The simplest of women are wonderful liars who can extricate themselves from the most difficult dilemmas with a skill bordering on genius.
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Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
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Love is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go away are things so rare, so sweet, so precious that they must never be despised.
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The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food
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I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.
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Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.
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Breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
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You must render: never report.
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Since governments take the right of death over their people, it is not astonishing if the people should sometimes take the right of death over governments.
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I love the night passionately. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.
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We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.
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