Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEBy means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.
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Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
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January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
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As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.
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A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.
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You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.
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Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.
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You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
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It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.
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I went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.
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It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.
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