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Decent insincerity
Discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters
Excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations
I do not defend myself ever
Nations at war are wild beasts
Only true race, properly so called, out of India—­German
Some so-called laws of honour
They are little ironical laughter—­Accidents
War is only an exaggerated form of duelling
Winter mornings are divine.  They move on noiselessly