Honoré de Balzac

Honoré de
Balzac
1799
1850

French Novelist, Playwright, Poet and Short Story Writer

Author Quotes

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Envy is the most stupid of vices, for there is no single advantage to be gained from it.

It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.

Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society.

Study lends a kind of enchantment to all our surroundings.

There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.

We must have books for recreation and entertainment, as well as for instruction and for business; the former are agreeable, the latter useful, and the human mind requires both. The canon law and the codes of Justinian shall have due honor and reign at the universities, but Homer and Virgil need not therefore be banished. We will cultivate the olive and the vine, but without eradicating the myrtle and the rose.

A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through - a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.

A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.

Equality may perhaps be a right, but no power on earth can ever turn it into a fact.

It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.

No man should marry until he has studied anatomy and dissected at least one woman.

Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?

There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.

What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

Even beauty cannot palliate eccentricity.

It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

What is art? Nature concentrated.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

After all, our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.

Author Picture
First Name
Honoré de
Last Name
Balzac
Birth Date
1799
Death Date
1850
Bio

French Novelist, Playwright, Poet and Short Story Writer