This surface good-nature which captivates a new acquaintance and is no bar to treachery, which knows no scruple and is never at… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
There are moments in life when all we can bear is the sense that our friend is near us; our wounds would… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
In France we can cauterize wounds but we do not yet know any remedy for the injuries inflicted by a bon mot. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Old maids claw as cats do. They not only inflict wounds but experience pleasure in doing so. Nor will they fail to… — 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
