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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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I am mad, I am going under, I must follow the advice of a friend, and pay no heed to myself.
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Advice Friendship Mad Myself Pay
A novel is a mirror carried along a main road.
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Carry Main Mirror Novel Road
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
When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.
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Act Follow Intimate Love
Never had he found himself so close to those terrible weapons of feminine artillery.
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Feminine Himself Terrible Weapon
If you want to be witty, work on your character and say what you think on every occasion.
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Character Occasion Thinking Work Yourself
The French are the wittiest, the most charming, and up to the present, at all events, the least musical race on Earth.
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Charm Earth Event Present
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
To find love in Paris you must go down among those classes where the absence of education and of vanity, and the struggle for bare necessities, have allowed more energy to survive.
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Absence Class Education Energy Family Love Necessary Struggle Survive
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
It is better to have a prosaic husband and to take a romantic lover.
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Better Choice Husband Lover Romantic
Power, after love, is the first source of happiness.
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Happiness Love Power Source
There are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.
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Beautiful Happiness Style Vision
Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.
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Description Happiness Spoil
On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.
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Hard Soul Winter
One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.
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Fine Hide Love Man Passion

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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