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.
HONORE DE BALZACTemperament is the thermometer of character.
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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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Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
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People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.
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The more one judges, the less one loves.
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A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.
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Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.
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What makes friendship indissolute and what doubles its charms is a feeling we find lacking in love: I mean certitude.
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Temperament is the thermometer of character.
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Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.
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A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
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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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Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
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Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
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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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Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
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