No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEAs 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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There are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine.
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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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You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.
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A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
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There are no ordinary cats.
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The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
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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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Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.
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Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.
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There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.
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I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.
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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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The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.
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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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