The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
HONORE DE BALZAC
HONORE DE BALZAC
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Honore de BalzacHonore de Balzac I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
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