Honore de Balzac
Honore de Balzac
Honoré de Balzacbal.zak], born Honoré Balzac, 20 May 1799 – 18 August 1850) was a French novelist and playwright. The novel sequence La Comédie Humaine, which presents a panorama of post-Napoleonic French life, is generally viewed as his magnum opus...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth20 May 1799
CountryFrance
fortune
Time is the only capital of those who just have their inteligence as fortune.
men yield common-sense
I yield to your wishes. It is the privilege of the women whom we love more than they love us to make the men who love them ignore the ordinary rules of common-sense.
marriage fighting routine
Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.
men aversion ends
Man can start with aversion and end with love, but if he begins with love and comes round to aversion he will never get back to love.
half want comfort
How did you get back?' asked Vautrin. 'I walked,' replied Eugene. 'I wouldn't like half-pleasures, myself,' observed the tempter. 'I'd want to go there in my own carriage, have my own box, and come back in comfort. All or nothing, that's my motto.' 'And a very good one,' said Madame Vauquer.
feelings natural midst
Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.
may fantasy dusk
What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.
memories
True love rules especially through memory.
feelings paper action
I'm a great poet. I don't put my poems on paper: they consist of actions and feelings.
love-is devastation likes
Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.
heart way affection
If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.
heart wealth treasury
Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.
coffee struggle moving
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.
flames two hypocrisy
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.