Jules Renard: The blessed solitude in which one can finally thoroughly wipe one's nose.

The blessed solitude in which one can finally thoroughly wipe one's nose. — Jules Renard

The blessed solitude in which one can finally thoroughly wipe one's nose.

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That little girl seems to be in a cage behind her grandiose undulating harp , an — Jules Renard
Every year, one defect more. Here's our only progress . — Jules Renard
Balzac is perhaps the only writer who has the right to write badly. — Jules Renard
Woman should live only one season out of four. It should reappear every year. — Jules Renard
Wer sich der Einsamkeit ergiebt, Ach! der ist bald allein. — Whoever gives himself up to solitude
Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world; doth liv — William Drummond of Hawthornden
This sacred shade and solitude, what is it? 'Tis the felt presence of the Deity, — Edward Young
My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent — Kahlil Gibran
Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a worm , and yet he will be making go — Michel de Montaigne
Socrates … said the subtlest thing of all: that the lover was nearer the divine — Thomas Mann
] fight dirt only with sweat. — Jules Renard
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it. — Ralph Waldo Emerson