Quotes
Quotes - Balzac
[Y]our destiny is a secret between yourself and God, just as love is a secret between two hearts.
Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
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.
It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.
Cruelty and fear shake hands together.
We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.
We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.
To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is genuine pleasure.
I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.
Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.
To kill a relative of whom you are tired is one thing. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is a genuine pleasure.
Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris come from? [Fr., Ne sait on pas ou viennent ces gondoles Parisiennes?]
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets the more interested he is in her.
Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
Modesty is the conscience of the body.
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.
Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.
