In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
HONORE DE BALZACA woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
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Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another’s happiness than in your own.
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Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.
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Everybody all over the world takes a wife’s estimate into account in forming an opinion of a man.
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Those who spend too fast never grow rich.
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Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
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Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
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Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman’s destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.
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Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
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It is as absurd to say that a man can’t love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.
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The good we do to others is spoilt unless we efface ourselves so completely that those we help have no sense of inferiority.
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Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.
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In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
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The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.
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True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
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An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
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