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Imagination Helps The Realism Of Every Detail, And Only Sees The Beauties Of The Work.

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Men Who Pay Their Tailors Never Amount To Anything, They Never Even Become Cabinet Ministers.

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A Country Is Strong Which Consists Of Wealthy Families, Every Member Of Whom Is Interested In Defending A Common Treasure; It Is Weak When Composed Of Scattered Individuals, To Whom It Matters Little Whether They Obey Seven Or One, A Russian Or A Corsican, So Long As Each Keeps His Own Plot Of Land, Blind In Their Wretched Egotism, To The Fact That The Day Is Coming When This Too Will Be Torn From Them.

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At Fifteen, Beauty And Talent Do Not Exist; There Can Only Be Promise Of The Coming Woman.

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Modesty Is The Conscience Of The Body.

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Kindness Steers No Easy Course. Attributing It To Character, We Seldom Recognize The Secret Efforts Of A Noble Heart, Whereas We Reward Really Wicked People For The Evil They Refrain From Committing.

No Woman Dares To Refuse Love Without A Motive, For Nothing Is More Natural Than To Yield To Love.

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