I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
Honore de BalzacWhat patient can trust the knowledge of a physician without reputation or furniture, in a period when publicity is all-powerful and when the government gilds the lamp posts on the Place de la Concorde in order to dazzle the poor?
Honore de BalzacVocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.
Honore de Balzac