But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
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But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
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The farce is finished. I go to seek a vast perhaps.
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I am going to seek a great perhaps.
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I’d rather write about laughing than crying, For laughter makes men human, and courageous.
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I drink eternally. For me it is an eternity of drinking, and a drinking up of eternity.
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The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!
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Row on whatever happens.
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Friends, you will notice that in this world there are many more ballocks than men. Remember this.
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A man of good sense always believes what he is told, and what he finds written down.
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Half the world does not know how the other half lives.
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Against fortune the carter cracks his whip in vain.
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I’ve often heard it said, as the common proverb goes, that a fool can teach a wise man well.
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Science sans conscience. Knowledge without conscience is but the ruin of the soul.
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Death is the vast perhaps.
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Not everyone is a debtor who wishes to be; not everyone who wishes makes creditors.
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If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.
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