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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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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
Mathematics allows for no hypocrisy and no vagueness.
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Hypocrisy Mathematics Vague
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
True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.
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Comparison Death Love Pay Standard Thinking True
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
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
I think being condemned to death is the only real distinction,” said Mathilde. “It is the only thing which cannot be bought.
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Bought Death Reality Thinking
The tyranny of public opinion (and what an opinion!) is as fatuous in the small towns of France as it is in the United States of America.
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Opinion Public Small Unity
The great majority of men, especially in France, both desire and possess a fashionable woman, much in the way one might own a fine horse – as a luxury befitting a young man.
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Animal Desire Fashion Greatness Luxury Majority Man Possession Woman Young
I have a bad memory for facts.
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Bad Fact Memories Myself
Who knows whether it is not true that phosphorus and mind are not the same thing?
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Different Known Mindset True
Great ladies are no more spiteful than the average rich woman; but one acquires in their society a greater susceptibility, and feels more profoundly andmore irremediably, their unpleasant remarks.
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Average Feeling Greatness Lady Remark Rich Society Woman
Your career will be a painful one. I divine something in you which offends the vulgar.
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Career Divine Offend Pain Vulgur
God’s only excuse is that he does not exist.
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Excuse Existence God Himself
Signs cannot be represented, in a spy’s report, so damningly as words.
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Report Representation Word
To describe happiness is to diminish it.
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Description Diminish Happiness

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