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It is from the womb of art that criticism was born. >>
I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer co >>
Love the whole world as a mother lovers her only child. >>
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It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.