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Never had he found himself so close to those terrible weapons of feminine artillery.

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Spring appears and we are once more children.
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Appearance Children Ourselves Spring
What is really beautiful must always be true.
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Beautiful True
Nothing is so hideous as an obsolete fashion.
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Fashion Hide
When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.
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Act Follow Intimate Love
She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?
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Expectation Imitation Oneself
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
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
Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.
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Beautiful Happiness Promise
Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process.
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Fever Love Process Willing
A forty-year-old woman is only something to men who have loved her in her youth.
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Herself Love Man Woman Youth
Your career will be a painful one. I divine something in you which offends the vulgar.
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Career Divine Offend Pain Vulgur
The only unhappiness is a life of boredom.
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Boredom Happiness Life
But, if I sample this pleasure so prudently and circumspectly, it will no longer be a pleasure.
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Happiness Myself Pleasure Time
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
The difference breeds hatred.
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Breed Difference Hate One Liner
God’s only excuse is that he does not exist.
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Excuse Existence God Himself

Never had he found himself so close to those terrible weapons of feminine artillery.

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