Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another’s happiness than in your own.
HONORE DE BALZACIn the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
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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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In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
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The more one judges, the less one loves.
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Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.
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How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!
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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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In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
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Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.
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I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
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Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.
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People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.
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When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
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A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
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Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.
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Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man.
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