Maxioms by Honore De Balzac
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Cruelty and fear shake hands together
Cruelty and fear shake hands together
Modesty is the conscience of the body.
Modesty is the conscience of the body.
Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris come from?
[Fr., Ne sait on pas ou viennent ces gondoles read more
Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris come from?
[Fr., Ne sait on pas ou viennent ces gondoles Parisiennes?]
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us read more
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
