However," he continued, "this canvas is preferable to the paintings of that varlet Rubens, with his mountains of Flemish flesh sprinkled with vermilion, his waves of red hair and his medley of colors.
Honore De Balzac
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?
Cruelty and fear shake hands together. An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.
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.