With a woman, always make good use of a secret. She will be proportionally grateful to you, like a scoundrel who grants… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Many of us marvel at the icy insensitivity with which women snuff out their armours. But if they did not blot out… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“If you have any mind to keep my respect, I recommend you not to add imbecility to these qualities by imagining that… — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share Image
At thirty years a woman asks her lover to give her back the esteem she has forfeited for his sake; she lives… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Women are tenacious, and all of them should be tenacious of respect; without esteem they cannot exist; esteem is the first demand… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“Was she acting entirely consciously? No: women are always sincere, even in the midst of their most shocking duplicities, because it is… — Honoré 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
