The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
HONORE DE BALZACThe man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
HONORE DE BALZACAt fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
HONORE DE BALZACAs a rule, only the poor are generous.
HONORE DE BALZACNo woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.
HONORE DE BALZACHe who best knows the world will love it least.
HONORE DE BALZACNoble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
HONORE DE BALZACHe has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.
HONORE DE BALZACFirst love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.
HONORE DE BALZACThe fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
HONORE DE BALZACLaw is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.
HONORE DE BALZACPassion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
HONORE DE BALZACCruelty and fear shake hands together.
HONORE DE BALZACAll human power is a compound of time and patience.
HONORE DE BALZACIn the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
HONORE DE BALZACVice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.
HONORE DE BALZACLove is the poetry of the senses.
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