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Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.

Moliere

The maturing process of becoming a writer is akin to that of a harlot. First you do it for love, then for a few friends, and finally only for money.
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Love Maturity Money Process Writing
The smallest errors are always the best.
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Best Errors Small
It is good food and not fine words that keeps me alive.
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Alive Food Goodness Myself
There’s a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!
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Complaint Death Decent Doctor Kill Remark
Birth means nothing where there is no virtue.
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Born Virtue
There is no secret of the heart which our actions do not disclose.
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Action Heart Ourselves Secret
How strange it is to see with how much passion People see things only in their own fashion!
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Fashion Passion People See Strange
One easily bears moral reproof, but never mockery.
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Easy Humour Moral
I have the knack of easing scruples.
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Easy Myself
Frenchmen have an unlimited capacity for gallantry and indulge it on every occasion.
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Capacity Limitation Occasion
I believe that two and two are four and that four and four are eight.
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Believe Mathematics
To create a public scandal is what’s wicked; to sin in private is not a sin.
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Creation Private Sin Wicket
It may cost me twenty thousand francs; but for twenty thousand francs, I will have the right to rail against the iniquity of humanity, and to devote to it my eternal hatred.
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Forever Hate Humanity Myself Price
Things are only worth what you make them worth.
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Value Worth Yourself
It is a long road from conception to completion.
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Complete Concept Road
Good Heavens! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing it.
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Goodness Heaven Known Myself Talk

Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.

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