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Guy de Maupassant

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
It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.
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Better Happiness Management Marriage
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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Death Fight Known Life Live Protection
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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Body Breathe Love Myself Night Passionate Patience
Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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Patriotic Religion War
In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.
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Deep Fear Man Panic
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
Military men are the scourges of the world.
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Man World
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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Approach Artist Eyes Greatness Heart Love Precious Rare
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
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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Bed Born Death Life
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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Age Immortal Kiss Lips Man Offering Travel
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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English Flavor Food
Love always has its price, come whence it may.
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Love Price Time
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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Difficult Genius Simplicity Woman Wonderful
…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

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