The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them. — Honoré de Balzac
In painting, you can suddenly come upon something so huge that no-one can deal with it. — Honoré de Balzac
When will conventional good manners become attractive? When will ladies of fashion — Honoré de Balzac
The greatest joy a petty soul can taste is to dupe a great soul and catch it in a snare. — Honoré de Balzac
Thanks to the toleration preached by the encyclopedists of the eighteenth century, — Honoré de Balzac