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One's days were too brief to take the burden of another's errors on one's shoulders. Each man lived his own life and paid his own price for living it.
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The things one feels absolutely certain about are never true. That is the fatality of faith, and the lesson of romance.
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Sin is the only real colour element left in modern life.
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There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.
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Cultivated leisure is the aim of man.
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It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
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Progress in thought is the assertion of individualism against authority.
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A grand passion is the privelege of people who have nothing to do.
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Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.
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The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly deceived.
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If Nature had been comfortable, mankind would never have invented architecture...In a house, we all feel of the proper proportions. Everything is subordinated to us, fashioned for our use and our pleasure.
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The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
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If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.
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People may fail many times, but they become failures only when they begin to blame someone else. Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
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Women have a wonderful instinct about things. They can discover everything except the obvious.
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They are always asking a writer why he does not write like somebody else, or a painter why he does not paint like somebody else, quite oblivious of the fact that if either of them did anything of the kind he would cease to be an artist.
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One should always be a little improbable.
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It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little.
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Don't be discouraged if your children reject your advice. Years later they will offer it to their own offspring.
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For a sentimentalist is simply one who desires to have the luxury of an emotion without paying for it.