True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, apiece of flattery to the dupe's conceit.
Honore de BalzacLove endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.
Honore de BalzacA woman filled with faith in the one she loves is the creation of a novelist's imagination.
Honore de Balzac