Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTOf all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food
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…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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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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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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The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.
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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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The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
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The secret is not to betray your ignorance. Just maneuver, avoid the quicksands and obstacles, and the rest can be found in a dictionary.
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I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.
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Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food
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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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Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered.
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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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Breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
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I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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