Were it not for habit, life would seem delightful to beings constantly under threat of dying, in other words to all humankind.
Were it not for habit, life would seem delightful to beings constantly under threat of dying, in other words to all humankind.
In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems not to move, and one can live undisturbed. So it is with Time in one's life.
Less disappointing than life, great works of art do not begin by giving us all their best.
I understood that all the material of a literary work was in my past life, I understood that I had acquired it in the midst of frivolous amusements, in idleness, in tenderness and in pain, stored up by me without my divining its destination or even its su
Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us is constantly telling himself about things.
Life is extraordinarily suave and sweet with certain natural, witty, affectionate people who have unusual distinction and are capable of every vice, but who make a display of none in public and about whom no one can affirm they have a single one. There is something supple and secret about them. Besides, their perversity gives spice to their most innocent occupations, such as taking a walk in the garden at night.
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