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Genuine Sorrows Are Very Tranquil In Appearance In The Deep Bed They Have Dug For Themselves. But, Seeming To Slumber, They Corrode The Soul Like That Frightful Acid Which Penetrates Crystal.

-Honore De Balzac

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Genuine Sorrows Are Very

Honore De Balzac

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Genuine Sorrows Are Very Tranquil In Appearance In The Deep Bed They Have Dug For Themselves. But, Seeming To Slumber, They Corrode The Soul Like That Frightful Acid Which Penetrates Crystal.

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Music Is Of Two Kinds: One Petty, Poor, Second-rate, Never Varying, Its Base The Hundred Or So Phrasings Which All Musicians Understand, A Babbling Which Is More Or Less Pleasant, The Life That Most Composers Live.

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Little Minds Find Satisfaction For Their Feelings, Good Or Bad, In Little Things.

If Those Who Are The Enemies Of Innocent Amusements Had The Direction Of The World, They Would Take Away The Spring, And Youth, The Former From The Year, The Latter From Human Life.

Once She Has Committed Sin, There Is Nothing Left For The Protestant Woman, Whereas The Catholic Church, Hope Of Forgiveness Makes A Woman Sublime.

Some Day You Will Find Out That There Is Far More Happiness In Another's Happiness Than In Your Own.

The Day Will Dawn When Europe Will Believe Only In The Man Who Tramples Her Underfoot.

Six Weeks With A Fever Is An Eternity.

A Rent In Your Clothes Is A Mishap, A Stain On Them Is A Vice.

A Man Who Stops At Nothing Short Of The Law Is Very Clever Indeed!

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My Writing Table Has Seen All My Wretchedness, Knows All My Plans, Has Overheard All My Thoughts.

He Hesitated Till The Last Moment, But Finally Dropped Them In The Box, Saying, "i Shall Win!"--the Cry Of A Gambler, The Cry Of The Great General, The Compulsive Cry That Has Ruined More Men Than It Has Ever Saved.

Political Liberty, The Peace Of A Nation, And Science Itself Are Gifts For Which Fate Demands A Heavy Tax In Blood!

Life In Clubs Is No Paltry Sign Of The Times We Live In. Here Gentlemen Gamble With Others Whom They Would Not Dream Of Inviting To Their Homes.

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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But Woman Brings Disorder Into Society Through Passion.

The Monotony Of Provincial Life Attracts The Attention Of People To The Kitchen. You Do Not Dine As Luxuriously In The Provinces As In Paris, But You Dine Better, Because The Dishes Serve You Are The Result Of Mediation And Study.

The Fame Of Surgeons Resembles The Fame Of Actors, Who Live Only During Their Lifetime And Whose Talent Is No Longer Appreciable Once They Have Disappeared.

Priests, Magistrates And Ladies Never Quite Take Off Their Gowns.

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