The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it
GUY DE MAUPASSANTThe bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it
GUY DE MAUPASSANTChampagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTYou’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTBroad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTLove is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go away are things so rare, so sweet, so precious that they must never be despised.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTYou’ve never lived until you’ve almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTConversation. 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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTSolitude 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
GUY DE MAUPASSANTThe simplest of women are wonderful liars who can extricate themselves from the most difficult dilemmas with a skill bordering on genius.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTThere is only one good thing in life, and that is love. And how you misunderstand it! how you spoil it! You treat it as something solemn like a sacrament, or something to be bought, like a dress.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTWe live always under the weight of the old and odious customs… of our barbarous ancestors.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTTo avoid each other, their eyes had developed an amazing mobility with all the cunning of enemies fearful of meeting each other head on.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTWe 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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTThe past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTThose 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 MAUPASSANTOf all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food
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