A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.
Honore de BalzacThe woman who is about to deceive her husband always carefully thinks out how she is going to act, but she is never logical.
Honore de BalzacTo forget is the great secret of strong creative natures; to forget is the way nature herself who knows no past and who at every hour begins the mysteries of her untiring labors afresh.
Honore de BalzacNobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
Honore de Balzac