Honoré de Balzac

What, then, is the dominating impulse in this country without morals, without faith, without any sentiment, wherein, however, every sentiment, belief, and moral has its origin and end? It is gold and pleasure.

You are always acceptable to this world, you will never be missed by it.

To seek for pleasure is it not to find ennui?

If a few men of character indulge in witticism, at once subtle and refined, they are misunderstood; soon,

do you understand? to conceive one of those desires which eat the heart, which are forgotten because of the impossibility of satisfying them, because women in Paris are commonly without tenacity.

He feared him, and his fear, although imperceptible, reacted upon the others, and was of use to De Marsay.

She is the original of that ravishing picture called La Femme Caressant sa Chimere, the warmest, the most infernal inspiration of the genius of antiquity; a holy poem prostituted by those who have copied it for frescoes and mosiacs; for a heap of bourgeois who see in this gem nothing more than a gew-gaw and hang it on their watch-chains—whereas, it is the whole woman, an abyss of pleasure into which one plunges and finds no end;

then he went off, smoking his cigar, and putting his hands in his trousers' pockets with a devil-may-care air which did him small honor.

"No," she said, "you forget the power of woman."

You will have no regrets?"

"Not one"! she said, letting him read her eyes, whose golden tint was pure and clear