True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
HONORE DE BALZACWhen you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.
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The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.
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It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse, and a woman dancing.
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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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Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.
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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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Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.
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Love is the poetry of the senses.
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To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
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Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.
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Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.
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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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People exaggerate both happiness and unhappiness; we are never so fortunate nor so unfortunate as people say we are.
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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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One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.
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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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