Honore de Balzac Quotes
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One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
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In a world of hunchbacks, a fine figure becomes a monstrosity.
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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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For passion, be it observed, brings insight with it; it can give a sort of intelligence to simpletons, fools, and idiots, especially during youth.
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In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
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But woman brings disorder into society through passion.
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Misfortune makes of certain souls a vast desert through which rings the voice of God.
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Le bonheur engloutit nos forces, comme le malheur e teint nos vertus. Happiness engulfs our strength, just as misfortune extinguishes our virtues.
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Love is a game in which one always cheats.
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True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.
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Love is the only way on which even the dim-witted reaches certain heights.
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Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
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Resignation is a daily suicide.
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When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.
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Our happiness often depends upon social hypocrisies to which we will never stoop.
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Self-love is as protective as the Deity; Disenchantment is as perspicacious as a surgeon; Experience is as provident as a mother. Such are the theologic virtues of marriage.
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A penniless man who has no ties to bind him is master of himself at any rate, but a luckless wretch who is in love no longer belongs to himself, and may not take his own life. Love makes us almost sacred in our own eyes; it is the life of another that we revere within us; then and so begins for us the cruelest trouble of all.
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This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.
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For pain is perhaps but a violent pleasure? Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain, where pain is still a pleasure? Is not the utmost brightness of the ideal world soothing to us, while the lightest shadows of the physical world annoy?
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Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.
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Love is the most melodious of all harmonies.
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What saves the virtue of many a woman is that protecting god, the impossible.
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Nature knows nothing but solid bodies; your science deals only with combinations of surfaces. And so nature constantly gives the lie to all your laws; can you name one to which no fact makes an exception?
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Few men are raised in our estimation by being too closely examined.
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When law becomes despotic, morals are relaxed, and vice versa.
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A murderer is less loathsome to us than a spy. The murderer may have acted on a sudden mad impulse; he may be penitent and amend; but a spy is always a spy, night and day, in bed, at table, as he walks abroad; his vileness pervades every moment of his life
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What is motherhood save Nature in her most gladsome mood?
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Nothing is irredeemably ugly but sin.
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Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
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In Paris, the greatest expression of personal satisfaction known to man is the smirk on the face of a male, highly pleased with himself as he leaves the boudoir of a lady.
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