Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.

SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

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Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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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 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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Illusion Recovery
A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.

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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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Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.

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Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.
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Oneself
If we want to be sincere, we must admit that there is a well-nourished love and an ill-nourished love. And the rest is literature.

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If we want to be sincere, we must admit that there is a well-nourished love and an ill-nourished love. And the rest is literature.
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Nourishment
The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.

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The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
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Total absence of humor renders life impossible.

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Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.

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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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Grow Up Oneself
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.

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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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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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Authentic Ordinary
Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.

SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.
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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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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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To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.

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To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
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Flattery Oneself
A few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.

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A few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.
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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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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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Form Hold Image
The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.

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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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Traveling
I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.

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I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.
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