The innocence of virgins is like milk which turns when exposed to a clap of thunder, to a tart smell, to a hot day, to the merest nothing.
Honore de BalzacWhat is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?
Honore de BalzacA mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
Honore de BalzacIn Paris, when certain people see you ready to set your foot in the stirrup, some pull your coat-tails, others loosen the buckle of the strap that you may fall and crack your skull; one wrenches off your horse's shoes, another steals your whip, and the least treacherous of them all is the man whom you see coming to fire his pistol at you point blank.
Honore de Balzac