Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.
HONORE DE BALZACOur heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.
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Poverty is a divine stepmother who does for youths what their own mothers were unable to do. It introduces them to frugality, to the world and to life.
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The good we do to others is spoilt unless we efface ourselves so completely that those we help have no sense of inferiority.
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Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.
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Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.
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Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.
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We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
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No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.
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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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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 boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.
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Everybody all over the world takes a wife’s estimate into account in forming an opinion of a man.
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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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One hour of love has a whole life in it.
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The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
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