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True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick but a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, apiece of flattery to the dupe's conceit.

Honore de Balzac

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Honore de Balzac
Age: 52 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 20
Died: 1851
Died: August 19
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