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History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.

Guy de Maupassant

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Guy de Maupassant
Age: 42 †
Born: 1850
Born: August 5
Died: 1893
Died: July 6
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Journalist
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Henri René Albert Guy de Maupassant
Henri Rene Albert Guy de Maupassant
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Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms
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...A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.
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We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.
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A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.
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You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.
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A man forced to spend his life without ever having the right, without ever finding the time, to shut himself up all alone, no matter where, to think, to reflect, to work, to dream? Ah! my dear boy, a key, the key of a door which one can lock this is happiness, mark you, the only happiness!
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Since governments take the right of death over their people, it is not astonishing if the people should sometimes take the right of death over governments.
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She was the temptress who had ensnared the first man, and who still continued her work at damnation she was the being who is feeble, dangerous, mysteriously troubling. And even more than her body of perdition, he hated her loving soul.
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Love always has its price, come whence it may.
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We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs... of our barbarous ancestors.
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She was a sweet girl but not really pretty, a rough sketch of a woman with a little of everything in her, one of those silhouettes which artists draw in three strokes on the tablecloth in a café after dinner, between a glass of brandy and a cigarette. Nature sometimes turns out creatures like that.
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Ale, not beer, in a pewter mug was comme il faut, the only thing for a gentleman of letters, worthy of the name, to drink.
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The public is composed of numerous groups whose cry to us writers is: 'Comfort me.' 'Amuse me.' 'Touch my sympathies.' 'Make me sad.' 'Make me dream.' 'Make me laugh.' 'Make me shiver.' 'Make me weep.' 'Make me think.'
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I told myself 'Everything is a being! The shout that passes into the air is an entity like an animal, since it is born, produces a movement, and is again transformed, in order to die. So the fearful mind that believes in incorporeal beings is not wrong. What are they?
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Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
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Life is a slope. As long as you're going up you're always looking towards the top and you feel happy, but when you reach it, suddenly you can see the road going downhill and death at the end of it all. It's slow going up and quick going down.
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Patriotism is a kind of religion it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing
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The simplest of women are wonderful liars who can extricate themselves from the most difficult dilemmas with a skill bordering on genius.
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Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.
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