Gratitude is a fool’s word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.
HONORE DE BALZACThe more one judges, the less one loves.
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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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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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He who best knows the world will love it least.
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When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.
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All happiness depends on courage and work. I have had many periods of wretchedness, but with energy and above all with illusions, I pulled through them all.
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It is as absurd to say that a man can’t love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.
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Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
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Cruelty and fear shake hands together.
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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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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 man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
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Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.
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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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People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.
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Can you find a man who loves the occupation that provides him with a livelihood? Professions are like marriages; we end by feeling only their inconveniences.
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