Honore de Balzac Quotes
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To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
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The more you judge, the less you love.
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God is the author, men are only the players. These grand pieces which are played upon earth have been composed in heaven.
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Passion is born deaf and dumb.
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Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.
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To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two?
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Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he directs it.
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If certain women walk straight into adultery, there are many others who cling to numerous hopes, and commit sin only after wandering through a maze of sorrows.
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Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another's happiness than in your own.
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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.
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Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.
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Modesty is the conscience of the body.
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La femme marie e est un esclave qu'il faut savoir mettre sur un tro" n e. A married woman is a slave whom one must put on a throne.
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Where some one else's welfare is concerned, a young girl becomes as ingenious as a thief. Guileless where she herself is in question, and full of foresight for me,-she is like a heavenly angel forgiving the strange incomprehensible sins of earth.
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As soon as coffee is in your stomach, there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move…similes arise, the paper is covered. Coffee is your ally and writing ceases to be a struggle.
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Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman's destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.
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Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
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Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
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Science is the language of the temporal world; love is that of the spiritual world. Man, indeed, describes more than he explains; while the angelic spirit sees and understands. Science saddens man; love enraptures the angel; science is still seeking; love has found.
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From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.
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He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.
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All happiness depends on courage and work. I have had many periods of wretchedness, but with energy and above all with illusions, I pulled through them all.
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Conviction brings a silent, indefinable beauty into faces made of the commonest human clay; the devout worshiper at any shrine reflects something of its golden glow, even as the glory of a noble love shines like a sort of light from a woman's face.
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When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.