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The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.

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Beauty is nothing but a promise of happiness.
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Beautiful Happiness Promise
What is really beautiful must always be true.
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Beautiful True
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
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
Women are always eagerly on the lookout for any emotion.
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Emotion Search Woman
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
Spring appears and we are once more children.
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Appearance Children Ourselves Spring
At a distance, we cannot conceive of the authority of a despot who knows all his subjects on sight.
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Authority Distance Sight Subject
I have a bad memory for facts.
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Bad Fact Memories Myself
If you think of paying court to the men in power, your eternal ruin is assured.
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Assurance Court Forever Man Pay Power Ruin Thinking
The more one pleases everybody, the less one pleases profoundly.
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Obedience Oneself Please
Indeed, man has two different beings inside him. What devil thought of that malicious touch?
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Devil Different Man Touch
I see but one rule: to be clear. If I am not clear, all my world crumbles to nothing.
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Crumble Myself Rule See World
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
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
One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.
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Fine Hide Love Man Passion

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