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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 Maupassant

One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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Death Illusion Time
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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Goodness Life Love Misunderstand Treat Yourself
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
To lie about a far country is easy.
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Country Easy Lying
History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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Excitement History Lady Old
You must render: never report.
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Report Yourself
Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.
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Anand Thakur
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 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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Betrayal Finding Ignorance Obstacle Secret
…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
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
Solitude 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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Dangerous Intelligence People Solitude Talk Thinking Void Work
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
Legitimized love always despises its easygoing brother.
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Brother Love
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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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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