The good we do to others is spoilt unless we efface ourselves so completely that those we help have no sense of inferiority.
HONORE DE BALZACHatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.
More Honore de Balzac Quotes
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Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
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Many people claim coffee inspires them, but, as everybody knows, coffee only makes boring people even more boring.
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Women are ever the dupes or the victims of their extreme sensitiveness.
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No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.
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Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.
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An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
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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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The first thing necessary to win the heart of a woman is opportunity.
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A jealous husband doesnt doubt his wife, but himself.
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There is a cure for temptation. What? Yielding to it.
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It is as absurd to say that a man can’t love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.
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The duration of passion is proportionate with the original resistance of the woman.
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People exaggerate both happiness and unhappiness; we are never so fortunate nor so unfortunate as people say we are.
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Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another’s happiness than in your own.
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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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