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How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!

Honore de Balzac

A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.
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Change Conduct Himself Man Opinion Wasted Time
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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Divine Introduction Life Mom Poverty World Youth
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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Food Hate Small Soul Vice
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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Art Artist Feeling Heart Herself Love Touch Word
God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.
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Actor Drama God Heaven Man Poet Writing
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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Beginning Coffee Fall Ideas Ink Paper Smile
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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Food Hate Love Right Wrong
Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.
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Catch Law Oneself Pass Small
Love is the poetry of the senses.
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Love Poetry Sense
People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.
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Love People Suspect
There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
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Greatness Power Talent Willing
Life is simply what out feelings do to us.
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Feeling Life Ourselves Simplicity
Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
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Death Despair Happiness Man Spirit
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.
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Equality Forever Love Pure True
Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
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Gratitude Happiness Love Pleasure
It is as absurd to say that a man can’t love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.
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Instrument Love Man Music Musician Pieces Play Weird Woman

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