Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
HONORE DE BALZACI 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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Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
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No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.
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The more one judges, the less one loves.
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Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.
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Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.
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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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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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The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.
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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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Many people claim coffee inspires them, but, as everybody knows, coffee only makes boring people even more boring.
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One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.
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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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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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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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Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.
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