When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.
HONORE DE BALZACWhen Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.
HONORE DE BALZACMan is no match for woman where mischief reigns.
HONORE DE BALZACThe secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
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 BALZACA lover teaches a wife all her husband has kept from her.
HONORE DE BALZACA mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
HONORE DE BALZACThe man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
HONORE DE BALZACLove, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.
HONORE DE BALZACIt is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.
HONORE DE BALZACTrue love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.
HONORE DE BALZACSolitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
HONORE DE BALZACLiberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.
HONORE DE BALZACThere is a cure for temptation. What? Yielding to it.
HONORE DE BALZACNothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
HONORE DE BALZACNobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
HONORE DE BALZACNoble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
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