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We are all mortals, and each is for himself.

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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 greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.
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Glory Greatness Hard Time Inspirational Obstacle
The public scandal is what constitutes the offence: sins sinned in secret are no sins at all.
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Offend Public Scandal Secret Sin
Ah, there are no children nowadays.
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Children Time
I want people to be sincere; a man of honor shouldn’t speak a single word that doesn’t come straight from his heart.
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Heart Himself Man People Sincere Talk Word
Good Heavens! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing it.
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Goodness Heaven Known Myself Talk
We always speak well when we manage to be understood.
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Manage Talk Understand
There is nothing so necessary for men as dancing.
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Dance Man Necessary
Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart.
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Betrayal Bitter Heart Honesty Seek Vice World Wrong
When there is enough to eat for eight, there is plenty for ten.
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Eat Enough Food
The genuine Amphitryon is the Amphitryon with whom we dine.
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Dinner Food Genuine
Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.
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Love Money Prostitution Writing Yourself
Sharing with Jupiter is never a dishonor.
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Honor Share
All is wholesome in the absence of excess.
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Absence Minimalism
People of quality know everything without ever having learned anything.
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Learning People Quality
Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.
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Assurance Creature Weird Yourself

We are all mortals, and each is for himself.

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