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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTTo lie about a far country is easy.
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One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
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To avoid each other, their eyes had developed an amazing mobility with all the cunning of enemies fearful of meeting each other head on.
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Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
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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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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.
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The only certainty is death.
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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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You must render: never report.
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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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The English have only three sauces – a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.
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Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.
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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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You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
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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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