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 BALZACThe duration of passion is proportionate with the original resistance of the woman.
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Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.
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Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.
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How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!
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Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.
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In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
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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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Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual.
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Gratitude is a fool’s word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.
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Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
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If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man’s life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool’s notion of history.
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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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Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.
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Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
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Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.
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Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
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