Maxioms by Honore De Balzac
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.
Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
