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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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To describe happiness is to diminish it.
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Description Diminish Happiness
One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
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Acquire Character Oneself Solitude
When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.
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Act Follow Intimate Love
If you don’t love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.
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Love Matter Myself Ourselves
I have a bad memory for facts.
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Bad Fact Memories Myself
What is really beautiful must always be true.
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Beautiful True
People are less self-conscious in the intimacy of family life and during the anxiety of a great sorrow. The dazzling varnish of an extreme politeness is then less in evidence, and the true qualities of the heart regain their proper proportions.
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Anxiety Conscious Evidence Family Heart Intimacy Life People Polite Quality
Indeed, man has two different beings inside him. What devil thought of that malicious touch?
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Devil Different Man Touch
The idea which tyrants find most useful is the idea of God.
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God Ideas Religion
After moral poisoning, one requires physical remedies and a bottle of champagne.
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Alcohol Bottle Champagne Moral Physical Poison
Love has always been the most important business in my life; I should say the only one.
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Business Important Life Love Myself Oneself
The only unhappiness is a life of boredom.
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Boredom Happiness Life
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
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
It is difficult to escape from the prevailing disease of one’s generation.
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Difficult Escape Generation Sick
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
The man of genius is he and he alone who finds such joy in his art that he will work at it come hell or high water.
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Alone Art Genius Himself Man Water
The English are, I think the most obtuse and barbarous people in the world
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Myself Nature People Thinking World
Nothing is so hideous as an obsolete fashion.
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Fashion Hide
A good book is an event in my life.
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Book Goodness Life
When you want to court a woman, court her sister first
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Court Herself Sister Woman Yourself
A wise woman never yields by appointment. It should always be an unforeseen happiness.
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Appointment Happiness Wisdom Woman
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
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Better Collection Future Hope Lost Love Passion Yourself
Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.
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Life Regain Short Wasted Time
To be loved at first sight, a man should have at the same time something to respect and something to pity in his face.
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Face Himself Love Pity Respect Sight
A novel is like a bow, and the violin that produces the sound is the reader’s soul.
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Novel Production Reading Soul Sound Violin

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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