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Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.

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Life is very short, and it ought not to be spent crawling at the feet of miserable scoundrels.
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Life Misery Short Time
The ordinary procedure of the nineteenth century is that when a powerful and noble personage encounters a man of feeling, he kills, exiles, imprisons or so humiliates him that the other, like a fool, dies of grief.
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Death Fools Grief Man Ordinary Personage Powerful Procedure
I do not feel I have wisdom enough yet to love what is ugly.
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Enough Feeling Love Myself Ugly Wisdom
Politics in a literary work, is like a gun shot in the middle of a concert, something vulgar, and however, something which is impossible to ignore.
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Ignorance Impossible Literature Politics Vulgar Work
An English traveller relates how he lived upon intimate terms with a tiger; he had reared it and used to play with it, but always kept a loaded pistol on the table.
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Himself Intimate Live Load Play Relate Travel Weapon
One of the traits of genius is not to drag its thought through the rut worn by vulgar minds.
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Drag Genius Mindset Thinking Vulgar
Every great action is extreme when it is undertaken. Only after it has been accomplished does it seem possible to those creatures of more common stuff.
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Accomplishment Creature Extreme Greatness Possible
The English are, I think the most obtuse and barbarous people in the world
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Myself Nature People Thinking World
I used to think of deathlike I suppose soldiers think of it: it was a possible thing that I could well avoid by my skill.
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Avoid Death Possible Skill Soldier Thinking
People happy in love have an air of intensity.
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Happiness Intensity Love People
A good book is an event in my life.
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Book Goodness Life
It is the nobility of their style which will make our writers of 1840 unreadable forty years from now.
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Noble Past Reading Style Time Writing
Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.
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Beautiful Happiness Promise
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
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Close Himself Life Prison Thinking Worst
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
Every true passion thinks only of itself.
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Passion Thinking True

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