The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
HONORE DE BALZACMan is no match for woman where mischief reigns.
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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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A naked woman is less dangerous than one who spreads her skirt skillfully to cover and exhibit everything at once.
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Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
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It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse, and a woman dancing.
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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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Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.
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Those who spend too fast never grow rich.
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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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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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Life cannot go on without much forgetting.
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Art’s greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.
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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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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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When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.
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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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