Honore de Balzac

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin…

A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a…

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’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on…

There is something great and terrible about suicide…

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

It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that…

I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race…

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love…

Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true…

Finance, like time, devours its own children…

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds…

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her…

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of…