“One can only forget about time by making use of it.”

On ne peut oublier le temps qu'en s'en servant.
Journaux intimes (1864–1867; published 1887), Mon cœur mis à nu (1864)

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On ne peut oublier le temps qu'en s'en servant.

Journaux intimes (1864–1867; published 1887), Mon cœur mis à nu (1864)

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French poet 1821–1867

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