The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it
GUY DE MAUPASSANTWe live always under the weight of the old and odious customs… of our barbarous ancestors.
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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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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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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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Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.
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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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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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You must render: never report.
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You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
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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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The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
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The simplest of women are wonderful liars who can extricate themselves from the most difficult dilemmas with a skill bordering on genius.
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A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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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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