Honore de Balzac

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.
Honore De Balzac

A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
Honore de Balzac

A grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists.
Honore de Balzac

A husband who submits to his wife's yoke is justly held an object of ridicule. A woman's influence ought to be entirely concealed.
Honore De Balzac

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.
Honore de Balzac

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
Honore de Balzac

A mother who is really a mother is never free.
Honore de Balzac

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
Honore de Balzac

A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.
Honore de Balzac

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
Honore de Balzac

A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.
Honore de Balzac

All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
Honore de Balzac

An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
Honore de Balzac

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.
Honore de Balzac

Behind every great fortune lies a great crime.
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.
Honore De Balzac

Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.
Honore de Balzac

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.
Honore de Balzac

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

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
Honore De Balzac

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