Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTYou’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
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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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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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I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.
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One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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Champagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
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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 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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A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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Love is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go away are things so rare, so sweet, so precious that they must never be despised.
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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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Military men are the scourges of the world.
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Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
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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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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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