on so short an acquaintance remains shut up in his breast.  His mother, I know, went to his door

He knew one of the women well, and had shared his universe with her. They had seen the same mountains, and the same trees, although each of them had seem them differently. She knew his weaknesses, his moments of hatred, of despair. Yet she was there at his side. They shared the same universe.

I didn&#39;t get into this so I could talk about my work, my movies. You become an actor to act.

If you value a man&#39;s regard, strive with him. As to liking, you like your newspaper - and despise it.

Written By Andre Maurois

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