A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labour and his leisure; his mind and his body; his educat… - François-Auguste-René de Chateaubriand

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A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labour and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.

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About François-Auguste-René de Chateaubriand

François-René, vicomte de Chateaubriand (4 September 1768 – 4 July 1848) was a French writer, politician and diplomat, considered the founder of Romanticism in French literature.

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Native Name: François Auguste René de Chateaubriand
Alternative Names: François-René, vicomte de Chateaubriand François-Auguste-René, vicomte de Chateaubriand François-René, Vicomte de Chateaubriand vicomte de Chateaubriand François-René F. A. von Chateaubriand François René de Châteaubriand François-René de Châteaubriand

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Life is spent hovering round our tomb. Our various sicknesses are but the winds which carry us more or less near to the haven. … Death is our friend, nevertheless we do not recognise it as such, because it presents itself to us under a mask, and that mask inspires us with terror.

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