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The Art Of Love: Knowing How To Combine The Temperament Of A Vampire With The Discretion Of An Anemone.

What Every Man Who Loves His Country Hopes For In His Inmost Heart: The Suppression Of Half His Compatriots.

To Have Committed Every Crime But That Of Being A Father.

Losing Love Is So Rich A Philosophical Ordeal That It Makes A Hairdresser Into A Rival Of Socrates.