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…A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.

Guy de Maupassant

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
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Leaving Literature Myself
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
Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.
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Doubt Fake Possible
You must render: never report.
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Report Yourself
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
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
It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.
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Better Happiness Management Marriage
I said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?
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Earth Existence Time
The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
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Artist Greatness Humanity Personal Vision
One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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Death Illusion Time
Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
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Encouragement Horror
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
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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Dangerous Intelligence People Solitude Talk Thinking Void Work
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
A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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Body Consumption Sick Thinking

…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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