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The only reason for the existence of a novel is that it does attempt t >>
Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter wha >>
Even the wisest men make fools of themselves about women, and even the >>
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passio >>
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman. >>
The superiority of one man's opinion over another's is never so great as when the opinion is about a woman.