There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
HONORE DE BALZACLove 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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Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.
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Equality may be a right, but no power on earth can convert it into fact.
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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 secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
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I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
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An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
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In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
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Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
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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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Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.
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Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.
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One hour of love has a whole life in it.
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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 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, 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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