A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.
HONORE DE BALZACTrue lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!
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The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
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True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!
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The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
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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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Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
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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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The good we do to others is spoilt unless we efface ourselves so completely that those we help have no sense of inferiority.
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What makes friendship indissolute and what doubles its charms is a feeling we find lacking in love: I mean certitude.
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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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We love because we love.
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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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The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
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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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If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man’s life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool’s notion of history.
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Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
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