Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTSince 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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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.
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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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History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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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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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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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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In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.
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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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Champagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
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Military men are the scourges of the world.
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Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
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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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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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…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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