Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTESmokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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There are no ordinary cats.
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My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
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A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
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The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.
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Hope costs nothing.
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I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.
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It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.
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Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
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I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.
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By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.
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To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
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You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.
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By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.
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