He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.
HONORE DE BALZACMarriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
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Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
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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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True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!
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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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Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
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Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.
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Can you find a man who loves the occupation that provides him with a livelihood? Professions are like marriages; we end by feeling only their inconveniences.
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Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.
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In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
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Where poverty ceases, avarice begins.
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Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another’s happiness than in your own.
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Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual.
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A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
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Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
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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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