In Paris, when certain people see you ready to set your foot in the stirrup, some pull your coat-tails, others loosen the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
The country is provincial; it becomes ridiculous when it tries to ape Paris. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
In Paris, the greatest expression of personal satisfaction known to man is the smirk on the face of a male, highly pleased… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Virtue, my pet, is an abstract idea, varying in its manifestations with the surroundings. Virtue in Provence, in Constantinople, in London, and… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
The monotony of provincial life attracts the attention of people to the kitchen. You do not dine as luxuriously in the provinces… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was… — 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 Paris every man must have had a love affair. What woman wants something that no other woman ever wanted. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
The fashions we call English in Paris are French in London, and vice versa. Franco-British hostility vanishes when it comes to questions… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
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
“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
