One hour of love has a whole life in it.
HONORE DE BALZACCourtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.
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To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals – that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.
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Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
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To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
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All happiness depends on courage and work. I have had many periods of wretchedness, but with energy and above all with illusions, I pulled through them all.
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The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
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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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It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.
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Temperament is the thermometer of character.
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He who best knows the world will love it least.
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When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.
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People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.
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Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.
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As a rule, only the poor are generous. Rich people can always find excellent reasons for not handing over twenty thousand francs to a relative.
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Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.
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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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