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Why not make an end of it all? My life is a succession of griefs and bitter feelings. What is death? A very small matter, when all is said; only a fool would be concerned about it.

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Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process.
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Fever Love Process Willing
Far less envy in America than in France.
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Feeling Jealous Place
I think no woman I have had ever gave me so sweet a moment, or at so light a price, as the moment I owe to a newly heard musical phrase.
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Moments Music Phrase Thinking Woman
A novel is a mirror carried along a main road.
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Carry Main Mirror Novel Road
There is no such thing as “natural law”: this expression is nothing but old nonsense… Prior to laws, what is natural is only the strength of the lion, or the need of the creature suffering from hunger or cold, in short, need.
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Cold Hungry Law Natural Need Strength Suffering
God’s only excuse is that he does not exist.
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Excuse Existence God Himself
A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.
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Eyes Highway Mirror Novel Reflection Road
At a distance, we cannot conceive of the authority of a despot who knows all his subjects on sight.
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Authority Distance Sight Subject
Mathematics allows for no hypocrisy and no vagueness.
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Hypocrisy Mathematics Vague
Spring appears and we are once more children.
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Appearance Children Ourselves Spring
The first qualification for a historian is to have no ability to invent.
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Ability History Invention Qualification
Love is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in.
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Drink Eyes Love Ourselves Shine Stardom
But, if I sample this pleasure so prudently and circumspectly, it will no longer be a pleasure.
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Happiness Myself Pleasure Time
Politics in the middle of things of the imagination is like a pistol shot in the middle of a concert.
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Concert Imagination Politics
In matters of sentiment, the public has very crude ideas; and the most shocking fault of women is that they make the public the supreme judge of their lives.
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Emotion Ideas Judgement Life Mistake Public Shock
This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.
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Age Boredom Cure Curse Strange

Why not make an end of it all? My life is a succession of griefs and bitter feelings. What is death? A very small matter, when all is said; only a fool would be concerned about it.

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