If we all said to people’s faces what we say behind one another’s backs, society would be impossible.
HONORE DE BALZACOld 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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Love is the poetry of the senses.
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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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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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Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.
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Cruelty and fear shake hands together.
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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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The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
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Temperament is the thermometer of character.
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He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.
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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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It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse, and a woman dancing.
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The greater a man’s talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.
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Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
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To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
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Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.
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