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.
HONORE DE BALZACOne hour of love has a whole life in it.
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There is a cure for temptation. What? Yielding to it.
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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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Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
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Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
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True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
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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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Gratitude is a fool’s word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.
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Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.
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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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Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
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A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.
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It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.
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How can we explain the perpetuity of envy–a vice which yields no return?
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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 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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