« Word of a rich to a poor person. -Here, my friend, this is a piece of bread. There is only bread which we are not sick. »
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Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892 |
Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892
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« Twenty-six years, has so much appetite for new and scared to repeat is never of his notes. »
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Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892 |
Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892
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« Despite the unbroken continuity of our vices, we always find a little time to despise others. »
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Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892 |
Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892
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