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Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.

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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
Never had he found himself so close to those terrible weapons of feminine artillery.
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Feminine Himself Terrible Weapon
Wounded pride can take a rich young man far who is surrounded by flatterers since birth.
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Birth Man Pride Rich Surround Wound Young
The shepherd always tries to persuade the sheep that their interests and his own are the same.
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Himself Interest Opinion Persuade Shepherd Try
An English traveller relates how he lived upon intimate terms with a tiger; he had reared it and used to play with it, but always kept a loaded pistol on the table.
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Himself Intimate Live Load Play Relate Travel Weapon
Women prefer emotions to reasoning.
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Emotion Preference Reason Woman
The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears.
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Fear Love Ourselves Proportion
It is better to have a prosaic husband and to take a romantic lover.
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Better Choice Husband Lover Romantic
Beauty is nothing but a promise of happiness.
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Beautiful Happiness Promise
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
Only great minds can afford a simple style.
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Afford Greatness Lifestyle Mindset Simplicity
To seem sorrowful is not in good taste: You’re supposed to seem bored.
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Bored Goodness Sorrow Taste
The more one pleases everybody, the less one pleases profoundly.
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Obedience Oneself Please
Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.
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Desert Faith Fool Happiness Life
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
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

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