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One cannot but mistrust a prospect of felicity: one must enjoy it before one can believe in it.

Moliere

It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
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Love Season Thinking
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
No matter what everybody says, ultimately these things can harm us only by the way we react to them.
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Harm Ourselves Reaction Ultimate
One easily bears moral reproof, but never mockery.
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Easy Humour Moral
Birth is nothing where virtue is not.
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Born One Liner Virtue
Reason is not what decides love.
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Decision Love Reason
With a smile we should instruct our youth.
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Instruction Smile Youth
It infuriates me to be wrong when I know I’m right.
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Angry Right Wrong
We die only once, and for such a long time.
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Death Time
I have a heart to love all the world; and like Alexander I wish there were yet other worlds, so I could carry even further my amorous conquests.
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Heart Love Myself World
All the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing.
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Dance Failure Greatness History Humanity Man Sick Skills Tragedy
Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.
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Human Myself
That must be fine, for I don’t understand a word.
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Fine Myself Understand Word
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
A lover tries to stand in well with the pet dog of the house.
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Home Lover Stand
A woman always has her revenge ready.
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Herself Revenge Woman

One cannot but mistrust a prospect of felicity: one must enjoy it before one can believe in it.

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