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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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Black Face Feeling Poet Soul Writing
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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Discover Dreams Reality Travel
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
Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
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Existence Life Memories Ourselves Perfection Universe
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
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
You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
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Death Fact Live
History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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Excitement History Lady Old
You’ve never lived until you’ve almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.
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Death Fight Known Life Live Protection
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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Betrayal Finding Ignorance Obstacle Secret
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Leaving Literature Myself
A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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Body Consumption Sick Thinking
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
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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Difficult Genius Simplicity Woman Wonderful
It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.
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Better Happiness Management Marriage
…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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Algebra Art Dreams Music Poet Strange

One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

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