To have one's mother-in-law in the country when one lives in Paris, and vice versa, is one of those strokes of luck… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A woman, even a prude, is not long at a loss, however dire her plight. She would seen always to have in… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Your women of fashion ceases to be a woman. She is neither mother, nor wife, nor lover. She is, medically speaking, sex… — 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
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 mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Le coeur d'une me' re est un ab|"me au fond duquel se trouve toujours un pardon. A mother'sheart isanabyss atthebottomof whichthere is… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
It is easier for a woman to be a good wife than a good mother. A widow has two duties with contrary… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Ah! how much a mother learns from her child! The constant protection of a helpless being forces us to so strict an… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A sick man, surrounded by those who love him, nursed by those who wish earnestly that he should live, will recover (all… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Marriageable girls as well as mothers understand the terms and perils of the lottery called wedlock. That is why women weep at… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
In a husband, there is only a man; in a married woman, there is a man, a father, a mother and a… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
How fondly swindlers coddle their dupes! No mother is as caressing or thoughtful towards her adored child as a merchant in hypocrisy… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Self-love is as protective as the Deity; Disenchantment is as perspicacious as a surgeon; Experience is as provident as a mother. Such… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother! — 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
