Champagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
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.
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A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.
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History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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I love the night passionately. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.
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We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs… of our barbarous ancestors.
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Great minds that are healthy are never considered geniuses, while this sublime qualification is lavished on brains that are often inferior but are slightly touched by madness.
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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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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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Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
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Legitimized love always despises its easygoing brother.
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It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.
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Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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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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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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