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Experience is one thing you can't get for nothing.
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He to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he lives.
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Nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion.
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I can't stand people that do not take food seriously.
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How does one cure the soul? Through the senses.
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There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel no one else has a right to blame us.
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The world has been made by fools that wise men may live in it.
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Just because a man has died for it, does not make it true.
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Caricature is the tribute that mediocrity pays to genius.
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I could never quite accustom myself to absinthe, but it suits my style so well.
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In the wild struggle for existance, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place.
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Women represent the triumph of matter over mind, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals.
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Nothing spoils a romance so much as a sense of humor in the woman - or the want of it in the man.
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The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray.
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If one tells the truth, one is sure, sooner or later, to be found out.
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My great mistake, the fault for which I can’t forgive myself, is that one day I ceased my obstinate pursuit of my own individuality.
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The great events of the world take place in the brain...
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Put your talent into your work, but your genius into your life.
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Science is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon eternal truths. Art is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon things beautiful and immortal and ever-changing.
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America is not a country, it is a world.
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Self-denial is the shining sore on the leprous body of Christianity.
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The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.
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We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.
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It was only in the theatre that I lived.