There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTETotal absence of humor renders life impossible.
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My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
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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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Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.
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Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
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One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.
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The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.
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There are no ordinary cats.
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You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.
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A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
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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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January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
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At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.
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