True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Honore de BalzacRare is the man who suffers no remorse as he passes from the state of confidant to that of rival.
Honore de BalzacVirtually all men of action incline to Fatality just as most thinkers incline to Providence.
Honore de Balzac