No woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.
HONORE DE BALZACIf 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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Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.
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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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How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!
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Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.
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Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
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Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
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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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Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.
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Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
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God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.
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First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.
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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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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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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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We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
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