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At thirty years a woman asks her lover to give her back the esteem she has forfeited for his sake; she lives only for him, her thoughts are full of his future, he must have a great career, she bids him make it glorious; she can obey, entreat, command, humble herself, or rise in pride; times without number she brings comfort when a young girl can only make moan.
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If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.
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Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even if she must not answer.
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Vivacity is the health of the spirit.
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We love because we love.
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Life is simply what out feelings do to us.
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Men are so made that they can resist sound argument, and yet yield to a glance.
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He who best knows the world will love it least.