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.
HONORE DE BALZACWhen 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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Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
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Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.
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Every moment of happiness requires a great amount of Ignorance.
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To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals – that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.
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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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Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.
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When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.
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Art’s greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.
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Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
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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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Woman is a most charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as she does her gloves.
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A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
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A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
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An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
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Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.
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