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A man's life belongs to his duty, and not to his happiness All defeats have their geneses Foreigners are more Parisian than the Parisians themselves One of those beings who die, as they have lived, children Playing checkers, that mimic warfare of old men Superstition which forbids one to proclaim his happiness The Hungarian was created on horseback There were too many discussions, and not enough action Would not be astonished at anything You suffer? Is fate so just as that