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
Honore de Balzac quotes about
admiration tedious
Admiration bestowed upon any one but ourselves is always tedious.
passion dumb deaf
Passion is born deaf and dumb.
laughter joining-in joining
To promote laughter without joining in it greatly heightens the effect.
math numbers intellectual
Numbers are intellectual witnesses that belong only to mankind.
flower heart intuition
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.
exaggeration-is literature bad-grades
We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.
coffee struggle moving
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.
spiritual angel science
Science is the language of the temporal world; love is that of the spiritual world. Man, indeed, describes more than he explains; while the angelic spirit sees and understands. Science saddens man; love enraptures the angel; science is still seeking; love has found.
pain shadow world
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?
anger heart mud
Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
pity charm sweetest
Pity is woman's sweetest charm.
suicide resignation
Resignation is a daily suicide.
paris gondolas doe
Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris come from? [Fr., Ne sait on pas ou viennent ces gondoles Parisiennes?]
friends dog true-friend
On the moral plane, true friends enjoy the same protection as the sense of smell confers upon dogs. They scent the sorrow of their friends, they divine its causes, and they clasp it to their minds and hearts.