Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.
Honore de BalzacThe smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
Honore de BalzacWe flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.
Honore de BalzacWhat makes friendship indissolute and what doubles its charms is a feeling we find lacking in love: I mean certitude.
Honore de Balzac