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Pity Is An Agreeable Sentiment, Uplifting Like Military Music.

People Respect Unhappiness And Find It Especially Hard To Forgive Success.

There Is No Such Thing As An Ideal Man. The Ideal Man Is The Man You Love At The Moment.

I Was Thinking That I Should Be Content To Kiss Him Until The Break Of Day. Bertrand Ran Out Of Kisses Too Soon; Desire Made Them Superfluous In His Eyes. They Were Only A Stage On The Road To Pleasure, Not Something Inexhaustible And Self-sufficient, As Luc Had Revealed Them To Me.

Every Little Girl Knows About Love. It Is Only Her Capacity To Suffer Because Of It That Increases.