In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
Honore de BalzacLove is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean, where restricted natures only find monotony, but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation.
Honore de BalzacGrief ennobles the commonest people because it has its own essential grandeur. To shine with the luster of grief, a person need only be sincere.
Honore de Balzac