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.
HONORE DE BALZACAs a rule, only the poor are generous.
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A mother who is really a mother is never free.
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An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
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No woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.
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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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In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
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At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
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There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
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Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.
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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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Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
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The first thing necessary to win the heart of a woman is opportunity.
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Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.
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The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.
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There are two histories : official history, lying, and then secret history, where you find the real causes of events.
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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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