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A novel is like a bow, and the violin that produces the sound is the reader’s soul.

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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
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
There are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.
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Beautiful Happiness Style Vision
There is no such thing as “natural law”: this expression is nothing but old nonsense… Prior to laws, what is natural is only the strength of the lion, or the need of the creature suffering from hunger or cold, in short, need.
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Cold Hungry Law Natural Need Strength Suffering
She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?
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Expectation Imitation Oneself
A good book is an event in my life.
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Book Goodness Life
Mathematics allows for no hypocrisy and no vagueness.
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Hypocrisy Mathematics Vague
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
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
A wise woman never yields by appointment. It should always be an unforeseen happiness.
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Appointment Happiness Wisdom Woman
The boredom of married life inevitable destroys love, when love has preceded marriage.
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Boredom Destroy Herself Marriage Youth
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
Far less envy in America than in France.
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Feeling Jealous Place
The difference breeds hatred.
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Breed Difference Hate One Liner
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
Never had he found himself so close to those terrible weapons of feminine artillery.
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Feminine Himself Terrible Weapon

A novel is like a bow, and the violin that produces the sound is the reader’s soul.

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