Maxioms by Honore De Balzac
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets the more interested he is in read more
An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets the more interested he is in her.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite read more
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
To kill a relative of whom you are tired is one thing. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is read more
To kill a relative of whom you are tired is one thing. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is a genuine pleasure.
