The secret is not to betray your ignorance. Just maneuver, avoid the quicksands and obstacles, and the rest can be found in a dictionary.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTPatriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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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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It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.
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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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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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You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
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We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs… of our barbarous ancestors.
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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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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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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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Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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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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I said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?
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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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One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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