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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

…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
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
You must render: never report.
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Report Yourself
Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.
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Doubt Fake Possible
Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
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Encouragement Horror
The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it
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Bed Born Death Life
There is only one good thing in life, and that is love.
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Goodness Life Love
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
The only certainty is death.
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Certain Death
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
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
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
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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Genius Greatness Health Inferior Madness Touch
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
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
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
You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
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Death Fact Live
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
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
Military men are the scourges of the world.
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Man World
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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Captain Government Responsibility
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
The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
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Artist Greatness Humanity Personal Vision
I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.
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Happiness Let Go Myself
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Leaving Literature Myself
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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Avoid Development Each Other Eyes
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 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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