Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.
HONORE DE BALZACIt 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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Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.
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Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
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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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Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
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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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Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
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Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.
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Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.
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Woman is a most charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as she does her gloves.
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One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.
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A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
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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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To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals – that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.
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The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
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Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
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