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.
HONORE DE BALZACHope is a light diet, but very stimulating.
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The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
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Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.
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At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
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Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.
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A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.
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The greater a man’s talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.
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True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!
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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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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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Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
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The first thing necessary to win the heart of a woman is opportunity.
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To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals – that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.
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Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
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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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