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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.

Guy de Maupassant

The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it
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Bed Born Death Life
A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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Body Consumption Sick Thinking
Every government has as much of a duty to avoid war as a ship’s captain has to avoid a shipwreck.
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Captain Government Responsibility
One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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Death Illusion Time
Legitimized love always despises its easygoing brother.
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Brother Love
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
Champagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
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Alcohol King Wine
There 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.
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Goodness Life Love Misunderstand Treat Yourself
Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.
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Doubt Fake Possible
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
In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.
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Deep Fear Man Panic
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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Attraction Death Future Past Present
Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
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Encouragement Horror
…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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Algebra Art Dreams Music Poet Strange
Love 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.
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Approach Artist Eyes Greatness Heart Love Precious Rare
There is only one good thing in life, and that is love.
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Goodness Life Love

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