Honore de Balzac
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Laws are spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.