In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
HONORE DE BALZACGreat love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
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Woman is a most charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as she does her gloves.
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Virtue is not a thing you can have by halves; it is or it is not.
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Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.
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A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.
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True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.
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The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.
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The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.
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The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
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Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman’s destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.
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The first thing necessary to win the heart of a woman is opportunity.
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There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
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A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.
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A naked woman is less dangerous than one who spreads her skirt skillfully to cover and exhibit everything at once.
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Old men are prone to invest the futures of young men with their own past sorrows.
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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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