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Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

Honore de Balzac

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He who best knows the world will love it least.
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Best Himself Love World
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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Fond Happiness Memories Mom Pass
When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.
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Attack Fall People Religion Rich Royal
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
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Face Man Open Sailor Sea Woman
Cruelty and fear shake hands together.
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Cruelty Hands Togetherness
Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
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Affect Case Heart Reason Wound
The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
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Crime Forget Fortune Reason Secret
Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
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Intelligence Love Ugly Woman
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
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Children Freedom Mom
Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
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Heart Light Love See Woman
Those who spend too fast never grow rich.
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Fast Growth Rich
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
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Drain Existence Fulfillment Vocation
Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
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Greatness Growth Mom Passion Satisfaction Vice
Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.
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Desire Enjoyment Hope Memory
Where poverty ceases, avarice begins.
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Beginning Poverty
Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.
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Love Mutual Poet Privilege Sorrow

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