You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTPatriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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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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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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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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Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
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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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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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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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You must render: never report.
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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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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 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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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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It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.
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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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