Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.

By : Honore de Balzac

Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.

By : Honore de Balzac

Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman

By : Honore de Balzac

Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.

By : Honore de Balzac

Finance, like time, devours its own children.

By : Honore de Balzac

Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

By : Honore de Balzac

One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.

By : Honore de Balzac

When law becomes despotic, morals are relaxed, and vice versa.

By : Honore de Balzac

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

By : Honore de Balzac

Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.

By : Honore de Balzac

The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation

By : Honore de Balzac

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

By : Honore de Balzac