A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears. Honoré de Balzac
The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition. See image Honoré de Balzac
Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman. See image Honoré de Balzac
He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men. See image Honoré de Balzac
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories. See image Honoré de Balzac