The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.
So, my dear fellow, if I don't believe in God, I believe still less in man.
Madame de Nucingen was already there, dressed with the deliberate aim of appealing to all eyes, knowing that thereby she would seem even more attractive to Eugène.
A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.
A grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists.
The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There was such intense tyrannical passion in the gesture that the marquis relinquished...
Hortense was a wife; Valerie a mistress.Many men desire to have these two editions of the same work, although it is proof of deep inferiority in a man if he cannot make his wife his mistress. Seeking...
Happiness is the inner poetry of women, just as fine clothes are the mask of beauty
Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
Вера в себя способна творить такие же чудеса, как вера в Господа Бога.
In Paris extremes are made to meet by passion. Vice is constantly binding the rich to the poor, the great to the mean.
If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.
Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
Საზოგადოებრივი აზრი? - ეს ხომ ყოველ მეძავ ქალზე უფრო გარყვნილი არსებაა.
Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?
Such is life. It is no cleaner than a kitchen; it reeks like a kitchen; and if you mean to cook your dinner, you must expect to soil your hands; the real art is in getting them clean again, and therei...
Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.