Can it be that chance has made me one of those women so immersed in one man that, whether they are barren or not, they carry with them to the grave the shriveled innocence of an old maid?
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My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.
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A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.
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Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.
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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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The woman who thinks she is intelligent demands equal rights with men. A woman who is intelligent does not.
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And what a delight it is to make friends with someone you have despised.
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On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us --ah! what a dream, to live in that! --the other stifles us at the first breath.
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I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.
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But just as delicate fare does not stop you from craving for saveloys, so tried and exquisite friendship does not take away your taste for something new and dubious.
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Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
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Look for a long time at what pleases you, and for a longer time at what pains you.
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There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.
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Girls usually have a paper mâché face on their wedding day.
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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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Writing only leads to more writing.
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It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.
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You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.
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You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
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No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
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