Maxioms by Honore De Balzac
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us read more
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
Love is a game in which one always cheats.
Love is a game in which one always cheats.
We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.
We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.
Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the read more
Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
