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Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s own pleasure is shared.

Cesare Pavese

Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else’s body.
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Body Hate Spirit
Many men on the point of an edifying death would be furious if they were suddenly restored to health.
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Death Furious Health Man Point Yourself
Life without smoking is like the smoke without the roast.
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Absence Life Smoking
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
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Enjoyment Life Love Pain
But here’s the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we’d lose them.
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Hide Life Lose People Trick Worst
Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.
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Addition Complication Live Mistake Right Work
Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.
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Death Disturb Repose
Misfortunes cannot suffice to make a fool into an intelligent man.
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Enough Fools Fortune Intelligence Man
But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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Purpose Reality Service Suffering Truth
I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.
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Company Evening Mirror Myself
It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.
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Friendship Grief Herself Loss Stupidity Yourself
We never remember days, only moments.
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Day Moments Remember
Love has the faculty of making two lovers seem naked, not in each other’s sight, but in their own.
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Love Lover Naked Sight
Those philosophers who believe in the absolute logic of truth have never had to discuss it on close terms with a woman.
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Discussion Logic Philosophy Woman
The real affliction of old age is remorse.
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Affliction Age Old Reality
The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men’s pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.
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Angry Charity Himself Live Man Pain Share

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