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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.

Guy de Maupassant

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
The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
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Artist Greatness Humanity Personal Vision
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
Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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Patriotic Religion War
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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Captain Government Responsibility
…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
The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.
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Boredom Essence Female Life Shadow Smile
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
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
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
It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.
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Inspirational Life Live Worth
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
Champagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
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Alcohol King Wine
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Leaving Literature Myself
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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Admire Beautiful Blood Eyes Love Man Soul Time
A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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Body Consumption Sick Thinking

…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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