Our most natural feelings are those we are loath to confess, and fatuity is among them.
Honore de BalzacThe Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.
Honore de BalzacWhat is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?
Honore de Balzac