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God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.

Honore de Balzac

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True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
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The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
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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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The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.
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Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.
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Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.
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Virtue is not a thing you can have by halves; it is or it is not.
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He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.
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Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
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Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
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Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
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How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!
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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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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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Life is simply what out feelings do to us.
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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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