« The defects of our dead fade, their qualities bloom, their virtues burst in the garden of our memory. »
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Jules Renard
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Jules Renard
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« The profession of letters is even the only one which can be without ridiculous do not make any money. »
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Jules Renard
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Jules Renard
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« I do not have a policy, it is as if you said I do not live. »
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Jules Renard
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Jules Renard
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