We flew back home like swallows. ‘Is it happiness that makes us so light?’ Agathe asked. — Honoré de Balzac
Jealousy, an eminently credulous and suspicious passion, allows fancy the greatest possible — Honoré de Balzac
Power does not consist in striking with force or with frequency, but in striking true. — Honoré de Balzac
Love and work have the virtues of making a man pretty indifferent to anything else. — Honoré de Balzac