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Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

Honore de Balzac

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Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
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Death Despair Happiness Man Spirit
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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Change Delight Happiness Instrument Position Woman
Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
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There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
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True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.
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Equality Forever Love Pure True
How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!
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Destroy Insult Jealous Natural Possession
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
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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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Intelligence Love Ugly Woman
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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Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual.
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Man is no match for woman where mischief reigns.
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Man Mischeif Woman
A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.
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Husband Lover Run Thinking Way
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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Those who spend too fast never grow rich.
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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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Carry Imagination Kiss Myself Possession Thinking
Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.
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Desire Knowledge Learning Vice

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