Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.
HONORE DE BALZACThose who spend too fast never grow rich.
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The first thing necessary to win the heart of a woman is opportunity.
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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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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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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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How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!
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Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
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Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.
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Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual.
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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.
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The more one judges, the less one loves.
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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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He who best knows the world will love it least.
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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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Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
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The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
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