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.
HONORE DE BALZACI 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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To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
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Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.
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The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.
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A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
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Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
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A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
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True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
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We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
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In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
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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 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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Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
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All human power is a compound of time and patience.
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Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman’s destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.
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Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.
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