All humanity is passion without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.


Honore de Balzac

896

What is art? Nature concentrated.


Honore de Balzac

896

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


Honore de Balzac

896

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.


Honore de Balzac

896

If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.


Honore de Balzac

896

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


Honore de Balzac

896

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


Honore de Balzac

896

It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion it is a joy of every moment.


Honore de Balzac

896

Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love.


Honore de Balzac

896

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


Honore de Balzac

896

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.


Honore de Balzac

896

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


Honore de Balzac

896

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


Honore de Balzac

896

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.


Honore de Balzac

896

No man should marry until he has studied anatomy and dissected at least one woman.


Honore de Balzac

896

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


Honore de Balzac

896

The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom to serve all, but love only one.


Honore de Balzac

896

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.


Honore de Balzac

896

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.


Honore de Balzac

896

Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.


Honore de Balzac

896

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