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Our true passions are selfish.

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What is really beautiful must always be true.
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Beautiful True
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. There are no age limits for love.
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Age Independent Love Quite Willing
Sometimes the impact of Mozart’s music is so immediate that the vision in the mind remains blurred and incomplete, while the soul seems to be directly invaded, drenched in wave upon wave of melancholy.
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Blurry Direct Impact Mindset Music Sadness Time Vision
Man is not free to refuse to do the thing which gives him more pleasure than any other conceivable action.
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Action Freedom Man Pleasure Refusal
The Russians imitate French ways, but always at a distance of fifty years.
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Distance Imitation Time
When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.
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Act Follow Intimate Love
A very small matter, when all is said; only a fool would be concerned about it.
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Concern Fools Small Thinking
When a man leaves his mistress, he runs the risk of being betrayed two or three times daily.
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Betrayal Leaving Man Risk Time
On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.
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Hard Soul Winter
Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.
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Beautiful Happiness Promise
The first qualification for a historian is to have no ability to invent.
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Ability History Invention Qualification
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
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Born Degree Hope Love Small
It is difficult to escape from the prevailing disease of one’s generation.
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Difficult Escape Generation Sick
It is from cowardice and not from want of enlightenment that we do not read in our own hearts.
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Coward Enlightenment Heart Ourselves Reading
All religions are founded on the fear of the many and the cleverness of the few.
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Clever Fear Foundation Religion Smart
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

Our true passions are selfish.

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