What did Honoré de Balzac mean by: My writing table has seen all my wretchedness, knows all my plans, has overheard all my thoughts. Honoré de Balzac Writer · France Copy
Misfortune makes of certain souls a vast desert through which rings the voice of God. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Honoré de Balzac, God, Misfortune, Souls, 0 Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
It’s not enough to be a good person. You also have to show it. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Honoré de Balzac, Action, Integrity, Morality, 0 Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
Love is the only passion which suffers neither past nor future. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Honoré de Balzac, Love, Passion, Time, 0 Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
White hair often covers the head, but the heart that holds it is ever young. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Honoré de Balzac, Aging, Appearance, Youth, 0 Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Honoré de Balzac, Defects, Femininity, Virtues, 0 Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Honoré de Balzac, Aging, Passion, Youthfulness, 0 Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Honoré de Balzac, Experience, Protection, Relationships, 0 Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Honoré de Balzac, Contraction, Expansion, Potential, 0 Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Mirrors would do well to reflect a little more before sending back images. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you’ll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
