A city (Paris) where great ideas perish, done to death by a witticism.
Quote by Honore De Balzac
Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up...
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the...
Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.
We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy...
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the...
Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that...
Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.
To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his...
Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman; they...
And thus Bureaucracy, the giant power wielded by pygmies, came into the world
Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other...
Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused...
Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.