The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.
HONORE DE BALZACLike 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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Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
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There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
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A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
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When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.
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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.
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Women are ever the dupes or the victims of their extreme sensitiveness.
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If we all said to people’s faces what we say behind one another’s backs, society would be impossible.
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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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Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
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Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.
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The first thing necessary to win the heart of a woman is opportunity.
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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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Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
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A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.
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It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse, and a woman dancing.
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