Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he directs it.
Honore de BalzacHandsome widows, after a twelve-month, enjoy a latitude and longitude without limit.
Honore de BalzacOne can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
Honore de Balzac