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Jules Amedee Barbey d'Aurevilly

Jules-Amédée Barbey d'Aurevilly (2 November 1808 – 23 April 1889) was a French novelist and short story writer. He specialised in mystery tales that explored hidden motivation and hinted at evil without being explicitly concerned with anything supernatural. He had a decisive influence on writers such as Auguste Villiers de l'Isle-Adam, Henry James and Marcel Proust.

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We priests are the surgeons of souls, and it is our duty to deliver them of shameful secrets they would fain conceal, with hands careful to neither wound no pollute.

Hands, Soul, Secret, Fain, Deliver, Careful

Next to the wound, what women make best is the bandage.

Bandage, Bandages, Make, Next, Women, Wound

I did not want to be taken for a fool-the typical French reason for performing the worst of deeds without remorse.

Deeds, French, Remorse, Taken, Typical

Passions are less mischievous than boredom, for passions tend to diminish and boredom increase.

Boredom, Increase, Mischievous, Passion, Tend

The artist's morality lies in the force and truth of his description.

Art, Force, Lying, Morality, Truth

They had. . . finished their lives before their death - which is not always the end of life and often comes long before the end.

Atheist, Death, End Of Life, Finished, Lives, Long

For in Paris, whenever God puts a pretty woman there (the streets), the Devil, in reply, immediately puts a fool to keep her.

Devil, God, Paris, Pretty Woman, Woman

The crimes of extreme civilization are probably worse than those of extreme barbarism, because of their refinement, the corruption they presuppose, and their superior degree of intellectuality.

Civilization, Corruption, Degrees, Probably, Refinement, Worse

The crimes of extreme civilization are certainly more atrocious than those of extreme barbarism.

Art, Atrocious, Civilization, Crimes, Philosophy

Happy men are grave. They carry their happiness cautiously, as they would a glass filled to the brim which the slightest movement could cause to spill over, or break.

Carry, Glass, Glasses, Happiness, Men

Yet, whether to the glory or to the shame of human nature, in what we call pleasure (with an excess of scorn, perhaps) there are abysses as deep as those of love.

Call, Excess, Human Nature, Lust, Pleasure