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A forty-year-old woman is only something to men who have loved her in her youth.

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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
There are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.
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Beautiful Happiness Style Vision
Nothing is so hideous as an obsolete fashion.
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Fashion Hide
Far less envy in America than in France.
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Feeling Jealous Place
The first qualification for a historian is to have no ability to invent.
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Ability History Invention Qualification
In our calling, we have to choose; we must make our fortune either in this world or in the next, there is no middle way.
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Call Choice Fortune Way World
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
The boredom of married life inevitable destroys love, when love has preceded marriage.
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Boredom Destroy Herself Marriage Youth
A novel is a mirror carried along a main road.
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Carry Main Mirror Novel Road
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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End Feeling Fools Grief Life Myself Success
The Russians imitate French ways, but always at a distance of fifty years.
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Distance Imitation Time
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
The sight of anything extremely beautiful, in nature or in art, brings back the memory of what one loves, with the speed of lightning.
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Beautiful Light Love Sight Speed
People who have been made to suffer by certain things cannot be reminded of them without a horror which paralyses every other pleasure, even that to be found in reading a story.
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Happiness People Pleasure Reading Remind Suffering
Our true passions are selfish.
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One Liner Ourselves Passion Selfish
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

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