Honore de Balzac

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought…

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great…

Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity…

Behind every great fortune lies a great crime…

Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God…

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment the one being essentially restricted, like…

For passion, be it observed, brings insight with it it can give a sort of…

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you…

A mother who is really a mother is never free…

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist there can only be promise of the…