He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.
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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The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.
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The man who enters his wife’s dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.
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At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
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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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Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
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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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Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
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Every moment of happiness requires a great amount of Ignorance.
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Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man.
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Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
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Women are ever the dupes or the victims of their extreme sensitiveness.
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Many people claim coffee inspires them, but, as everybody knows, coffee only makes boring people even more boring.
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Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.
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Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
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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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