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He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.
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Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a dark background.
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She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.
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Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.
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Emotion is always new and the word has always served; therein lies the difficulty of expressing emotion.
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If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.
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What love commences can be finished by God alone.
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It is only barbarous nations who have a sudden growth after a victory.
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Revolutions are not born of chance but of necessity.
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Many great actions are committed in small struggles.
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The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.
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He had not yet lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand then the impossible, and that what must be looked for is always the unforeseen.
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The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned to the fear we have had.
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Yes, instruction! Light! Light! Everything comes from light, and to everything it returns.
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By making himself a priest made himself a demon.
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People do not read stupidities with impunity.
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I believe, sir, in all the progress. Air navigation is the result of the oceanic navigation: from water the human has to pass in the air. Everywhere where creation will be breathable to him, the human will penetrate into the creation. Our only limit is life.
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The most excellent symbol of the people is the paving stone. One walks on it until it falls on one's head.
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It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word ‘she.
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Dieu s'est fait homme; soit. Le diable s'est fait femme!
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You preserve your shame but you kill your glory.
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He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.
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Friendship exists outside our modern economy of scarcity... It's not about apportioning vanishing resources of time and energy. Friendship is a blessed relic of the ancient economy of the gift, and the time freely given to people dear to you actually creates magical abundance.
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It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.