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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
Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.
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Life Regain Short Wasted Time
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
Prudery is a kind of avarice, the worst of all.
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Kind Vice Worst
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
I have a bad memory for facts.
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Bad Fact Memories Myself
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
It is difficult to escape from the prevailing disease of one’s generation.
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Difficult Escape Generation Sick
A man who is half an idiot, but who keeps a sharp lookout and acts prudently all his life, often enjoys the pleasure of triumphing over men of more imagination than he.
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Enjoyment Himself Idiot Imagination Life Man Sharp
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
Logic is neither an art nor a science but a dodge.
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Art Escape Logic Science
In matters of sentiment, the public has very crude ideas; and the most shocking fault of women is that they make the public the supreme judge of their lives.
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Emotion Ideas Judgement Life Mistake Public Shock
It is with blows dealt by public contempt that a husband kills his wife in the nineteenth century; it is by shutting the doors ofall the drawing-rooms in her face.
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Draw Face Husband Kill Public Room Wife
Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.
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Beautiful Happiness Promise
The English are, I think the most obtuse and barbarous people in the world
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Myself Nature People Thinking World
When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.
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Act Follow Intimate Love

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