If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye. — Honore de Balzac Art Copy Share Image
In smart society men are jealous of one another after the fashion of women. — Honore de Balzac Fashion Copy Share Image
Now literary success can only be won in solitude by persevering labor. — Honore de Balzac Labor Copy Share Image
What is motherhood save Nature in her most gladsome mood? — Honore de Balzac Inspirational Copy Share Image
The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan. — Honore de Balzac Defeat Copy Share Image
Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion. — Honore de Balzac Absolutes 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 Image
“If you decide to join up with me, I want it to be because you're making a rational choice, not because you've… — Honoré de Balzac Choice Copy Share Image
Life in clubs is no paltry sign of the times we live in. Here gentlemen gamble with others whom they would not… — Honore de Balzac Clubs Copy Share Image
They [twin beds] are the most stupid, the most perfidious, and the most dangerous invention in the world. Shame and a curse… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love! — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he… — Honore de Balzac Action Copy Share Image
The sanctity of womanhood is incompatible with social liberty and social claims; and for a woman emancipation means corruption. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Marriage is a fierce battle before which the two partners ask heaven for its blessing, because loving each other is the most… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Marriage is a fight to the death. Before contracting it, the two parties concerned implore the benediction of Heaven because to promise… — Honore de Balzac Benediction Copy Share Image
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and… — Honore de Balzac Love Copy Share Image
“Soon this mass of ideas became harmonized, took life, seemed, as it were, to become a living individual and moved in the… — Honoré de Balzac Life Copy Share Image
Intuition, like the rays of the sun, acts only in an inflexibly straight line; it can guess right only on condition of… — Honore de Balzac Chance Copy Share Image
Women are tenacious, and all of them should be tenacious of respect; without esteem they cannot exist; esteem is the first demand… — Honore de Balzac Demand Copy Share Image
Many of us marvel at the icy insensitivity with which women snuff out their armours. But if they did not blot out… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Kindness is not without its rocks ahead. People are apt to put it down to an easy temper and seldom recognize it… — Honore de Balzac Credit Copy Share Image
In Paris, when certain people see you ready to set your foot in the stirrup, some pull your coat-tails, others loosen the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
What moralists describe as the mysteries of the human heart are solely the deceiving thoughts, the spontaneous impulses of self-regard. The sudden… — Honore de Balzac Character Copy Share Image
Everything becomes agitated. Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages.… — Honore de Balzac Agitated Copy Share Image
Ambitious men spend their youth in rendering themselves worthy of patronage; it is their great mistake. While the foolish creatures are laying… — Honore de Balzac Ambition Copy Share Image
To stroll is a science, it is the gastronomy of the eye. To walk is to vegetate, to stroll is to live…… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“Here comes Mamma Vauquerr, fair as a starrr; and strung up like a bunch of carrots. Aren't we suffocating ourselves a wee… — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share Image
A sick man, surrounded by those who love him, nursed by those who wish earnestly that he should live, will recover (all… — Honore de Balzac Ardent Copy Share Image
“This tragic short story was written in 1829 and published in 1830 in La Mode, followed by another edition in the Gosselin… — Honoré de Balzac Short story Copy Share Image