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Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.

Guy de Maupassant

Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.
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Anand Thakur
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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Art Boredom Conversation Fascinate Interest
You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
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Death Fact Live
Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
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Existence Life Memories Ourselves Perfection Universe
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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Eyes Memories Object Ourselves People
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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Genius Greatness Health Inferior Madness Touch
The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.
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Boredom Essence Female Life Shadow Smile
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
There is only one good thing in life, and that is love.
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Goodness Life Love
Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered.
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Discover Dreams Reality Travel
…A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.
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Algebra Art Dreams Music Poet Strange
You must render: never report.
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Report Yourself
Love always has its price, come whence it may.
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Love Price Time
Words 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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Black Face Feeling Poet Soul Writing
Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.
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Admire Beautiful Blood Eyes Love Man Soul Time
We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.
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Anand Thakur

Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.

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Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.

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