Maxioms by Honore De Balzac
In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is genuine read more
To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is genuine pleasure.
Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
What is art? Nature concentrated.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
