Quote by Pierre Corneille

We never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate successes are mixed with sadness.

We never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate s

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This quote suggests that happiness cannot exist in its pure perfection as it is often accompanied by moments of sadness. Even during our most successful and fortunate moments, there will always be traces of sorrow. It implies that true happiness is a complex combination of experiences, including both joy and sadness, highlighting the inherent duality of human emotions and the transient nature of bliss.

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