Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge.
Honore de BalzacWhen an intelligent man reaches the point of inviting self-explanation and offers surrendering the key to his heart, he is assuredly riding a drunken horse.
Honore de BalzacYour women of fashion ceases to be a woman. She is neither mother, nor wife, nor lover. She is, medically speaking, sex on the brain.
Honore de Balzac