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Conversation. 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 Maupassant

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.
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Boredom Essence Female Life Shadow Smile
I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.
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Happiness Let Go Myself
The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
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Artist Greatness Humanity Personal Vision
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.
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Eyes Memories Object Ourselves People
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Leaving Literature Myself
In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.
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Deep Fear Man Panic
Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food
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Food Myself Passion Respect
History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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Excitement History Lady Old
We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.
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Anand Thakur
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
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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Attraction Death Future Past Present
Since governments take the right of death over their people, it is not astonishing if the people should sometimes take the right of death over governments.
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Astonishment Death Government People Right
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
Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
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Anguish Desire Enemy Man
The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.
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Age Immortal Kiss Lips Man Offering Travel
Those 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.
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Admire Beautiful Blood Eyes Love Man Soul Time

Conversation. 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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