Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.
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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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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Cruelty and fear shake hands together.
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In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
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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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In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
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Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.
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One hour of love has a whole life in it.
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Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.
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Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.
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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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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.
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The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.
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Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.
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How can we explain the perpetuity of envy–a vice which yields no return?
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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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