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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Poverty is a divine stepmother who does for youths what their own mothers were unable to do. It introduces them to frugality, to the world and to life.
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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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In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
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The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.
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A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.
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The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
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Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
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When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.
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In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
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Temperament is the thermometer of character.
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A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.
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Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
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What makes friendship indissolute and what doubles its charms is a feeling we find lacking in love: I mean certitude.
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The more you judge, the less you love.
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A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
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A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.
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The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
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