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.
HONORE DE BALZACMemories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.
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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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Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.
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How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!
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When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.
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Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
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Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.
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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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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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A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.
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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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Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
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Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
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Where poverty ceases, avarice begins.
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Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
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Like hunger, physical love is a necessity. But man’s appetite for amour is never so regular or so sustained as his appetite for the delights of the table.
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