Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.
By: Honore de Balzac
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness... viewBy: Honore de Balzac
Between the daylight gambler and the player at night there is the same difference that lies between a careless husband and the lover swooning under his lady's window... viewBy: Honore de Balzac
Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps... viewBy: Honore de Balzac