The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTWords dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.
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The English have only three sauces – a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.
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Champagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
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Every government has as much of a duty to avoid war as a ship’s captain has to avoid a shipwreck.
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To lie about a far country is easy.
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The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.
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Love always has its price, come whence it may.
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The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
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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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Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food
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History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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Great minds that are healthy are never considered geniuses, while this sublime qualification is lavished on brains that are often inferior but are slightly touched by madness.
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In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.
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There is only one good thing in life, and that is love. And how you misunderstand it! how you spoil it! You treat it as something solemn like a sacrament, or something to be bought, like a dress.
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One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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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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