Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.
Honore de BalzacAll men can bear a familiar, definite misfortune better than the cruel alternations of a fate which, from one moment to another, brings excessive joy or sorrow.
Honore de BalzacNo woman has ever existed who did not know perfectly well in her heart what to expect from the superiority or inferiority of a rival.
Honore de Balzac