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 BALZACOur worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
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It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.
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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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Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
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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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Gratitude is a fool’s word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.
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The greater a man’s talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.
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God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.
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Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
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A jealous husband doesnt doubt his wife, but himself.
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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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Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual.
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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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An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
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The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.
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The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
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