The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.
HONORE DE BALZACThe 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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The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
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Can you find a man who loves the occupation that provides him with a livelihood? Professions are like marriages; we end by feeling only their inconveniences.
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The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
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Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.
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A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.
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The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
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Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.
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In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
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Many people claim coffee inspires them, but, as everybody knows, coffee only makes boring people even more boring.
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Where poverty ceases, avarice begins.
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Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.
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Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.
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To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals – that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.
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Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
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Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.
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