How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!
HONORE DE BALZACAt fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
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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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Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
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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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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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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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Every moment of happiness requires a great amount of Ignorance.
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The more you judge, the less you love.
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If we all said to people’s faces what we say behind one another’s backs, society would be impossible.
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He who best knows the world will love it least.
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Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.
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I 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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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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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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Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
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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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