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A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.
All humanity is passion without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
All humanity is passion without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
Death unites as well as separates it silences all paltry feeling.
All humanity is passion without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
The most virtuous women have something within them, something that is never chaste.
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.
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.
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True friendship is like sound health the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
The true republic men, their rights and nothing more women, their rights and nothing less.
The secret of success is learning how to use pain and pleasure instead of having pain and pleasure use you. If you do that, you're in control of your life. If you don't, life controls you.
As a means of contrast with the sublime, the grotesque is, in our view, the richest source that nature can offer.
In general I was a good kid. It usually took a lot to make me mad. But once I reached the boiling point, I lost all rational control. Totally without thinking, when my anger was aroused, I grabbed the nearest brick, rock, or stick to bash someone. It was as if I had no conscious will in the matter.
Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
Inclusive, good-quality education is a foundation for dynamic and equitable societies.
Thus so wretched is man that he would weary even without any cause for weariness... and so frivolous is he that, though full of a thousand reasons for weariness, the least thing, such as playing billiards or hitting a ball, is sufficient enough to amuse him.
Nothing in the affairs of men is worthy of great anxiety.
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