Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
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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What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
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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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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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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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We only do well the things we like doing.
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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
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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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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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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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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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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.
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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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So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.
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The only virtue on which I pride myself is my self-doubt; when a writer loses her self-doubt, the time has come to lay aside her pen.
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