Journey to the End of the Night Quotes

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All the currencies of Europe are relatives of the Dollar.

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You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.

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Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.

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I hadn't found out yet that mankind consists of two very different races, the rich and the poor. It took me ... and plenty of other people . . . twenty years and the war to learn to stick to my class and ask the price of things before touching them, ...

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Tout ça c'est des regrets qui ne font pas bouillir la marmite.

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The serious scientific public trusted him implicitly and consequently had no need to read him. If those people were to start getting critical, no further progress would be possible. They would spend a whole year over every page.

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Death after all is only a matter of a few hours, a few minutes, but a pension is like poverty, it lasts a whole lifetime. Rich people are drunk in a different way, they can't understand this frenzy about security. Being rich is another kind of drunke...

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The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.

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A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.

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A woman who spends her time worrying about pregnancy is a virtual cripple, she'll never go very far.

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I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.

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The forest is only waiting for their signal to start trembling, hissing, and roaring from its depths. An enormous, love-maddened, unlighted railway station, full to bursting. Whole trees bristling with living noise makers, mutilated erections, horror...

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There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.

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