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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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Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.
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Human Myself
unbroken happiness is a bore: it should have ups and downs.
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Boredom Happiness Hard Time
You only die once, but you will be dead for a very long time.
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Death Time Yourself
It is the public scandal that offends; to sin in secret is no sin at all.
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Offend Public Secret Sin
I live on good soup, not on fine words.
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Fine Goodness Live Soup Word
In clothes as well as speech, the man of sense Will shun all these extremes that give offense, Dress unaffectedly, and, without haste, Follow the changes in the current taste.
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Change Clothes Current Follow Man Taste
Men often marry in hasty recklessness and repent afterward all their lives.
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Haste Man Marriage Regret
The genuine Amphitryon is the Amphitryon with whom we dine.
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Dinner Food Genuine
People can be induced to swallow anything, provided it is sufficiently seasoned with praise.
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People Praise Season Swallow
Beauty without intelligence is like a hook without bait.
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Beautiful Hook Intelligence
Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.
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Culture Hope
The only people who can be excused for letting a bad book loose on the world are the poor devils who have to write for a living.
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Devil Live People Poor World Writing
We are easily duped by those we love.
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Easy Heart Love
I would like to be like my father and all the rest of my ancestors who never married.
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Ancestor Father Marriage Myself
There is something inexpressibly charming in falling in love and, surely, the whole pleasure lies in the fact that love isn’t lasting.
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Charm Expression Fact Lying
One ought to look a good deal at oneself before thinking of condemning others.
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Goodness Oneself Thinking

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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