Gratitude is a fool’s word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.
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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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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The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.
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Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
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There are two histories : official history, lying, and then secret history, where you find the real causes of events.
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Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
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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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Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.
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In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
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In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
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The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.
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People exaggerate both happiness and unhappiness; we are never so fortunate nor so unfortunate as people say we are.
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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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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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If we all said to people’s faces what we say behind one another’s backs, society would be impossible.
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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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