We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.
Honore de BalzacThere are as many mediocrities exalted through pity as masters decried through envy.
Honore de BalzacIn Paris, the greatest expression of personal satisfaction known to man is the smirk on the face of a male, highly pleased with himself as he leaves the boudoir of a lady.
Honore de Balzac