A grass blade believes that men build palaces for it to grow in. Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A year at the breast is quite enough; children who are suckled longer are said to grow stupid, and I am all… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Journalists grow accustomed to seeing evil and they let it pass; they proceed to approve it, and they end by committing it… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
By dint of making sacrifices, a man grows interested in the person who exacts them. Great ladies, like courtesans, know this truth… — 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
