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
lying judging literature
Behind every great fortune lies a great crime.
love life heart
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.
love men sea
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
mothers-day parenting parenthood
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
spiritual flower intuition
The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
art eye hands
If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.
love chivalry motto
The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
love anniversary marriage
One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.
beauty falling-in-love stupid
Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
moving men wish
Imaginative, sanguine men will never recognize that in negotiations the most dangerous moment of all is when everything is moving according to their wishes.
liberty able anarchy
Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.
law feet literature
Laws are spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.
love may immensity
Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.
love sisterhood giving
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.