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.
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.
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Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.
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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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We love because we love.
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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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A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.
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The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
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Do you know what is the hardest thing in life? To make a choice.
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Hatred 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.
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It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse, and a woman dancing.
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Virtue is not a thing you can have by halves; it is or it is not.
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Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
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The man who enters his wife’s dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.
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The more you judge, the less you love.
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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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