Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Show me the woman, however loyal, who does not seek to rouse desire. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
The love of nature is the only love that does not deceive human hopes. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Too great a display of delicacy can and does sometimes infringe upon de-cency. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Power does not consist in striking with force or with frequency, but in striking true. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two? — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris come from? [Fr., Ne sait on pas ou viennent ces gondoles Parisiennes?] — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
In love, what a woman mistakes for disgust is actually clearsightedness. If she does not admire a man, she scorns him. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
He's got his dog trained so that it only does it on newspapers. The trouble is it does it when he's reading… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Does not any limit imposed upon one inspire a desire to go beyond it? Does not our keenest suffering arise when our… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Jealousy, an eminently credulous and suspicious passion, allows fancy the greatest possible play. But it does not bestow wit, it banishes all… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Poverty is a divine stepmother who does for youths what their own mothers were unable to do. It introduces them to frugality,… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A lui la foi, a' elle le doute, a' elle le fardeau le plus lourd: la femme ne souffre-t-elle pas toujours pour… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
If the artist does not fling himself, without reflecting, into his work, as Curtis flung himself into the yawning gulf, as the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Woman is a most charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as she does her gloves. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
When attempted self-destruction does not cure a man of life, it cures him of voluntary death. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“Oh, my friend, when you love, love a woman whom you are sure that you can love always. Never forsake a woman.” — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share Image
“You have broken the ice, though you have not even scratched its glossy surface: you have placed your hand upon the croup of the… — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share Image
It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse,… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
My writing table has seen all my wretchedness, knows all my plans, has overheard all my thoughts. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A married woman is a slave you must know how to seat upon a throne. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Rich men are resolved to be astonished at nothing. When they see a masterpiece, they must needs at one glance recognize some flaw to… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
White and shining virgin of all human virtues, ark of the covenant between earth and heaven, tender and strong companion partaking of the lion… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
All men can bear a familiar, definite misfortune better than the cruel alternations of a fate which, from one moment to another, brings excessive… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image