The good we do to others is spoilt unless we efface ourselves so completely that those we help have no sense of inferiority.
HONORE DE BALZACMarriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
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There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
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Those who spend too fast never grow rich.
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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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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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Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.
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Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual.
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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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In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
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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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A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.
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Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.
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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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A naked woman is less dangerous than one who spreads her skirt skillfully to cover and exhibit everything at once.
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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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Like hunger, physical love is a necessity. But man’s appetite for amour is never so regular or so sustained as his appetite for the delights of the table.
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