…A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTSolitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms
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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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The only certainty is death.
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Love always has its price, come whence it may.
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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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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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Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.
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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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I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.
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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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One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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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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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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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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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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I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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