In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
Honore de BalzacA woman, even a prude, is not long at a loss, however dire her plight. She would seen always to have in hand the fig leaf our Mother Eve bequeathed to her.
Honore de BalzacLove or hatred must constantly increase between two persons who are always together; every moment fresh reasons are found for loving or hating better.
Honore de Balzac