Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

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Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

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Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.

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What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

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It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.

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When law becomes despotic, morals are relaxed, and vice versa.

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The man as he converses is the lover

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Finance, like time, devours its own children.

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A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.

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Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.

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An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

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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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A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.

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