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Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food

Guy de Maupassant

I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Leaving Literature Myself
The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.
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Age Immortal Kiss Lips Man Offering Travel
Champagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
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Alcohol King Wine
To lie about a far country is easy.
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Country Easy Lying
Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
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Anguish Desire Enemy Man
Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.
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Anand Thakur
You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
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Death Fact Live
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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Difficult Genius Simplicity Woman Wonderful
The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
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Artist Greatness Humanity Personal Vision
The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it
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Bed Born Death Life
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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Approach Artist Eyes Greatness Heart Love Precious Rare
Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food
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Food Myself Passion Respect
Breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
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Breathe Death Drink Live Oneself Sleep
One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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Death Illusion Time
You must render: never report.
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Report Yourself
Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms
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