Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
HONORE DE BALZACMarriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
HONORE DE BALZACPeople who are in love suspect nothing or everything.
HONORE DE BALZACThe motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
HONORE DE BALZACIn diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
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 BALZACVirtue is not a thing you can have by halves; it is or it is not.
HONORE DE BALZACCan you find a man who loves the occupation that provides him with a livelihood? Professions are like marriages; we end by feeling only their inconveniences.
HONORE DE BALZACGive to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
HONORE DE BALZACIt is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse, and a woman dancing.
HONORE DE BALZACTrue lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!
HONORE DE BALZACIt is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.
HONORE DE BALZACNo man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.
HONORE DE BALZACIf you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man’s life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool’s notion of history.
HONORE DE BALZACTo be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
HONORE DE BALZACIt is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.
HONORE DE BALZACCoffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.
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