The man who enters his wife’s dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.
HONORE DE BALZACA man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.
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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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Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
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The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
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Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
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Woman is a most charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as she does her gloves.
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Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
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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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It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.
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Cruelty and fear shake hands together.
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The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.
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Equality may be a right, but no power on earth can convert it into fact.
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As a rule, only the poor are generous. Rich people can always find excellent reasons for not handing over twenty thousand francs to a relative.
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How can we explain the perpetuity of envy–a vice which yields no return?
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It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.
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A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
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