…A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTWords 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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I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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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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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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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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A lawful kiss is never worth as much as a stolen one.
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There is only one good thing in life, and that is love. And how you misunderstand it! how you spoil it! You treat it as something solemn like a sacrament, or something to be bought, like a dress.
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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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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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You must render: never report.
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In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.
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I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.
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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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It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.
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Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
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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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