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.
HONORE DE BALZACPhysically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.
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Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
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No woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.
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Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
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A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
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Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.
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Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
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How can we explain the perpetuity of envy–a vice which yields no return?
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First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.
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The first thing necessary to win the heart of a woman is opportunity.
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If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man’s life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool’s notion of history.
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There are two histories : official history, lying, and then secret history, where you find the real causes of events.
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When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
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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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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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Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.
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