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In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.

Honore de Balzac

A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.
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Courage Easy Form Lesson Repeat Reward Teacher
People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.
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Love People Suspect
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
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Familiar Marriage Monster Similar
Many people claim coffee inspires them, but, as everybody knows, coffee only makes boring people even more boring.
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Boredom Coffee People
Life cannot go on without much forgetting.
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Forget Life
Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
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Intelligence Love Ugly Woman
Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man.
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Death Expectation Man True
Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
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Feature Himself Man Woman
The more you judge, the less you love.
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Judge Love Yourself
Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.
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Born Journey Painful Poetry Thinking
Gratitude is a fool’s word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.
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Dictionary Fools Gratitude Heart Man World
A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
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Compare Creature Man Poor Woman
The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
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Crime Forget Fortune Reason Secret
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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Love Mutual Poet Privilege Sorrow
I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
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Carry Imagination Kiss Myself Possession Thinking
A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.
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Death Greatness Poet Writing

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