Envy is the most stupid of vices, for there is no single advantage to be gained from it. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
How can we explain the perpetuity of envy--a vice which yields no return? — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Innocence alone dares commit certain acts of audacity. Virtue, when tutored, is as calculating as vice. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
To have one's mother-in-law in the country when one lives in Paris, and vice versa, is one of those strokes of luck… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice! — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
The fashions we call English in Paris are French in London, and vice versa. Franco-British hostility vanishes when it comes to questions… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“Oh, my friend, when you love, love a woman whom you are sure that you can love always. Never forsake a woman.” — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share
“You have broken the ice, though you have not even scratched its glossy surface: you have placed your hand upon the croup of the… — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share
It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse,… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
My writing table has seen all my wretchedness, knows all my plans, has overheard all my thoughts. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
Rich men are resolved to be astonished at nothing. When they see a masterpiece, they must needs at one glance recognize some flaw to… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
White and shining virgin of all human virtues, ark of the covenant between earth and heaven, tender and strong companion partaking of the lion… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
All men can bear a familiar, definite misfortune better than the cruel alternations of a fate which, from one moment to another, brings excessive… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
