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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.

Guy de Maupassant

I said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?
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Earth Existence Time
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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Adjective Expression Movement Oneself Word
One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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Death Illusion Time
Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
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Anguish Desire Enemy Man
A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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Body Consumption Sick Thinking
Breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
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Breathe Death Drink Live Oneself Sleep
Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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Patriotic Religion War
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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Body Breathe Love Myself Night Passionate Patience
The only certainty is death.
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Certain Death
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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Attraction Death Future Past Present
You must render: never report.
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Report Yourself
Military men are the scourges of the world.
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Man World
Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.
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Doubt Fake Possible
Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food
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Food Myself Passion Respect
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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Anand Thakur
Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It’s the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.
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Art Boredom Conversation Fascinate Interest

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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