In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
HONORE DE BALZACTemperament is the thermometer of character.
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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 press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.
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Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.
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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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One hour of love has a whole life in it.
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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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When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.
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A naked woman is less dangerous than one who spreads her skirt skillfully to cover and exhibit everything at once.
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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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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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God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.
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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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All human power is a compound of time and patience.
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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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How can we explain the perpetuity of envy–a vice which yields no return?
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