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Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

Honore de Balzac

Poverty is a divine stepmother who does for youths what their own mothers were unable to do. It introduces them to frugality, to the world and to life.
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Divine Introduction Life Mom Poverty World Youth
Where poverty ceases, avarice begins.
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Beginning Poverty
Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
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Gratitude Happiness Love Pleasure
Life cannot go on without much forgetting.
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Forget Life
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
Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
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Bond Greatness Relationship Sick Yourself
How can we explain the perpetuity of envy–a vice which yields no return?
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Explanation Jealous Return
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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Carry Imagination Kiss Myself Possession Thinking
When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.
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Doubt Power Yourself
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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Equality Forever Heart Love Poor True Violence Young
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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Beginning Coffee Fall Ideas Ink Paper Smile
Many people claim coffee inspires them, but, as everybody knows, coffee only makes boring people even more boring.
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Boredom Coffee People
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
Can you find a man who loves the occupation that provides him with a livelihood? Professions are like marriages; we end by feeling only their inconveniences.
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Live Man Marriage Occupation Professional Yourself
Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.
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Greatness Mindset Misfortune See Virtue
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

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