It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.
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- My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
- The writer who loses his self-doubt, who gives way as he grows old to a sudden euphoria, to prolixity, should stop writing immediately: the time has come for him to lay aside his pen.
- It’s nothing to be born ugly. Sensibly, the ugly woman comes to terms with her ugliness and exploits it as a grace of nature. To become ugly means the beginning of a calamity, self-willed most of the time.
- Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
- Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.
- January, month of empty pockets! Let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.