Honore De Balzac Quotes

Reading brings us unknown friends

Laws are spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.

Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.

It is absurd to pretend that one cannot love the same woman always, as to pretend that a good artist needs several violins to execute a piece of music.

for a woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailor knows the open sea

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness

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

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

True love is eternal, infinite and always like itself. It's always equal and pure. Without violent demonstrations: It is seen with white hairs and is always young at heart.

Passion is born deaf and dumb.

Man can start with aversion and end with love, but if he begins with love and comes round to aversion he will never get back to love.

Life is simply what out feelings do to us.

Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

Love is a game in which one always cheats.

Holding this book in your hand, sinking back in your soft armchair, you will say to yourself: perhaps it will amuse me. And after you have read this story of great misfortunes, you will no doubt dine well, blaming the author for your own insensitivity, accusing him of wild exaggeration and flights of fancy. But rest assured: this tragedy is not a fiction. All is true.

Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man

I prefer thought to action, an idea to a transaction, contemplation to activity.

Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

Passion is univeral humanity. Without it religion history art and romance would be useless.

With monuments as with men, position means everything.

Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

Misfortune is a stepping stone for genius, the baptismal font of Christians, treasure for the skillful man, an abyss for the feeble.

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

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

All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.

It is as easy to dream a book as it is hard to write one. -Honore de Balzac, novelist (1799-1850)

All human power is a compound of time and patience. Powerful beings will and wait.

The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.” —HONORE DE BALZAC

I do not share the belief in indefinite progress for society as a whole; I believe in man’s improvement in himself.

If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.

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. ~ Honore de Balzac

The more he saw, the more he doubted. He watched men narrowly, and saw how, beneath the surface, courage was often rashness; and prudence, cowardice; generosity, a clever piece of calculation; justice, a wrong; delicacy, pusillanimity; honesty, a modus vivendi; and by some strange dispensation of fate, he must see that those who at heart were really honest, scrupulous, just, generous, prudent or brave were held cheaply by their fellow-men. ‘What a cold-blooded jest!’ said he to himself. ‘It was not devised by a God.’ From that time forth he renounced a better world, and never uncovered himself when a Name was pronounced, and for him the carven saints in the churches became works of art

Love is the most melodious of all harmonies and the sentiment of love is innate. Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.

one can no more hinder criticism than the use of eyes, tongues, and judgment.

What is a feeling if not a world in a whole thought?

He will show you how, during the springtime of life, illusions, innocent hopes, silver threads of gossamer, descend from heaven and return there without ever touching the earth.

Events which seem to us dramatic are nothing more than subjects which our souls convert into tragedy or comedy according to the bent of our characters.

The Oratorian boarding school in Vendôme, which Balzac was sent to at a young age.  It was a gruelling and miserable place to live, with severe monastic rules.

Daca inima omeneasca afla clipe de ragaz in timp ce urca pe culmile afectiunii, rareori se opreste pe povarnisul abrupt al sentimentelor dusmanoase

If light is the first love of life, is not love a light to the heart?

آری ,در این دنیا هیچ چیزی کامل نیست, مگر بدبختی.

The region is a desert of stones, a solitude with a character of its own, an arid spot, which could only be inhabited by beings who had either attained to absolute nullity, or were gifted with some abnormal strength of soul.

I come across journalists in theatre lobbies; it makes me shudder to see them. Journalism is an inferno, a bottomless pit of iniquity and treachery and lies; no one can traverse it undefiled, unless, like Dante, he is protected by Virgil’s sacred laurel.

My dears, as long as a man is a minister, adore him; when he falls, help drag him in the gutter.

Misery begets equality.

The modern god,--the only god in whom faith is preserved,--money, is here, in all its power, manifested in a single countenance.

Πολύ λίγα βιβλία χρειάζονται για να είναι κανείς επιστήμων και ακόμη λιγώτερα για να είναι σοφός

The idea originated in a comparison between Humanity and Animality

Laws are like spiders’ webs; the big flies get through, while the little ones are caught.

The differences between a soldier, an artisan, a man of business, a lawyer, an idler, a student, a statesman, a merchant, a sailor, a poet, a beggar, a priest, are as great, though not so easy to define, as those between the wolf, the lion, the ass, the crow, the shark, the seal, the sheep, etc. Thus social species have always existed, and will always exist, just as there are zoological species.

Mademoiselle des Touches (Camille Maupin) is George Sand in character, and the personal description of her, though applied by some to the famous Mademoiselle Georges, is easily recognized from Couture’s drawing.

There are men who put the weight of a coffin into their deliberations as they bargain for Cashmere shawls for their wives, as they go up the staircase of a theatre, or think of going to the Bouffons, or of setting up a carriage; who are murderers in thought when dear ones, with the irresistable charm of innocence, hold up childish foreheads to be kissed with a ‘Good-night, father!’ Hourly they meet the gaze of eyes they would fain close forever, eyes that still open each morning to the light. . . God alone knows the number of those who are parricides in thought

In looking forward to what remains to be done, my readers will perhaps echo what my publishers say, “Please God to spare you!” I only ask to be less tormented by men and things than I have hitherto been since I began this terrific labor. I

Prudenta lui ii egala averea. Era de o umilinta excesiva. Niciodata orgoliul nu-l prinsese in capcanele sale. Acest negustor se facea atat de mic, de bland, de placut si de sarac la curte, in fata printeselor, regilor si favoritilor, incat aceasa modestie si bonomie ii pazisera afacerea.

am fully convinced that it is impossible for a woman, even if she were born close to a throne, to acquire before the age of five-and-twenty the encyclopaedic knowledge of trifles, the practice of manoeuvring, the important small things, the musical tones and harmony of coloring, the angelic bedevilments and innocent cunning, the speech and the silence, the seriousness and the banter, the wit and the obtuseness, the diplomacy and the ignorance which make up the perfect lady.

In those days the blackest deeds were done in politics, to secure public opinion on one side or the other, to catch the votes of that public of fools which holds up hands for those that are clever enough to serve out weapons to them. Individuals are identified with their political opinions, and opponents in public life forthwith became private enemies.

Happiness is a soap bubble that changes color as the iris and that breaks when touched.

my brother, the Duc de Rhetore, never comes in, I am told, till it is time to dress for dinner. Miss Griffith (she is not unlike a griffin) and Philippe took me to my rooms.

Pare mai totdeauna coliba sălbaticului civilizat

Spain, the country for castles in the air!” I

The common herd of humanity feels an involuntary respect for any person who can rise above it, and is not over-particular as to the means by which they rise.

We may see by what happens in our own day how history is falsified at the very moment when events happen.

Yes, for metals as for human beings, for plants as for men, life begins in an imperceptible embryo which develops itself.

HONORINE BEATRIX

По логике людей пустоголовых, всегда болтливых, потому что, кроме пустяков, им нечего сказать, всякий, кто не болтает о своих делах, очевидно, занимается зловредными делами.

Monsieur, I have never received a summons in my life,” said Birotteau. “There is a beginning to everything,” said Molineux

Nothing passes unchallenged there; the Houses of Parliament hatch some twelve hundred laws every session, yet no member of Parliament has ever yet raised an objection to the system —

if reason and poesy persist in wrangling with the tools, the brushes, we shall be brought to doubt, like Frenhofer, who is as much excited in brain as he is exalted in art. A sublime painter, indeed; but he had the misfortune to be born rich, and that enables him to stray into theory and conjecture. Do not imitate him. Work! work! painters should theorize with their brushes in their hands.

She put all her pride and self-love into making him superior to herself, and not in ruling him. Hearts without tenderness covet dominion, but a true love treasures abnegation, that virtue of strength.

Thirteen men were banded together in Paris under the Empire, all imbued with one and the same sentiment, all gifted with sufficient energy to be faithful to the same thought, with sufficient honor among

This short novel is the opening work of the Scènes de la vie privée, the first volume of La Comédie humaine.  The novella was originally entitled Gloire et Malheur (Glory and Misfortune) when it was written in 1829.  Published by Mame-Delaunay in the following year, it was followed by four revised editions. The final edition was published by Furne in 1842, appearing under the title of La Maison du chat-qui-pelote.

The social state has freaks which Nature does not allow herself; it is nature plus society. The description of social species would thus be at least double that of animal species, merely in view of the two sexes. Then, among animals the drama is limited; there is scarcely any confusion; they turn and rend each other — that is all. Men, too, rend each other; but their greater or less intelligence makes the struggle far more complicated.

The joy of those noisy and splendid groups was visible; that of Ginevra and Luigi was buried in their bosom. On one side the tumult of common pleasure, on the other, the delicate silence of happy souls, — earth and heaven!

Why did the father of these poor girls, the Comte de Granville, a wise and upright magistrate (though sometimes led away by politics), refrain from protecting the helpless little creatures from such crushing despotism? Alas! by mutual understanding, about ten years after marriage, he and his wife were separated while living under one roof. The father had taken upon himself the education of his sons, leaving that of the daughters to his wife.

I would rather be beloved than famous. You are fairer than success and honors. There, fling the pencils away, and burn these sketches! I have made a mistake. I was meant to love and not to paint. Perish art and all its secrets!

Împărțită deopotrivă, forța omenească produce proști sau mediocritate pretudindeni; inegală însă, dă naștere acestor ciudățenii cărora li se dă numele de "geniu" și care, dacă ar putea fi văzute cu ochii, ar părea niște diformități.

Quizá ciertas personas no tengan ya nada que ganar ni que hacer junto a aquellas con las cuales viven habitualmente tras haberles mostrado el vacío de su alma, por lo que se siente severamente juzgadas por ellas con severidad merecida.

he began to weep on his own account. Observing this grief, the abbe dried his pupil’s tears, bidding him observe that the good woman took her snuff most offensively, and was becoming so ugly and deaf and tedious that he ought to return thanks for her death.

She is right,” said the baroness. “We are sent into the world to marry.” “Do you encourage her in disobedience?” said the baron to his wife, who, terrified by the word, now changed to marble. “Refusing to obey an unjust order is not disobedience,” said Ginevra.

Monsieur Guillaume naturally thought that this sinister personage had an eye to the till of the Cat and Racket. After quietly observing the mute duel which was going on between his master and the stranger, the eldest of the apprentices, having seen that the young man was stealthily watching the windows of the third floor, ventured to place himself on the stone flag where Monsieur Guillaume was standing. He took two steps out into the street, raised his head, and fancied that he caught sight of Mademoiselle Augustine Guillaume in hasty retreat

In business, generally speaking, the profits are in proportion to the risks. What does it matter to the State how money is set circulating, provided that it is always in circulation? What does it matter who is rich or who is poor, provided that there is a constant quantity of rich people to be taxed?

It was no small task to depict the two or three thousand conspicuous types of a period; for this is, in fact, the number presented to us by each generation, and which the Human Comedy will require. This crowd of actors, of characters, this multitude of lives, needed a setting — if I may be pardoned the expression, a gallery. Hence the very natural division, as already known, into the Scenes of Private Life, of Provincial Life, of Parisian, Political, Military, and Country Life. Under these six heads are classified all the studies of manners which form the history of society at large, of all its faits et gestes, as our ancestors would have said.

THERE IS A general cry of paradox when scholars, struck by some historical error, attempt to correct it; but, for whoever studies modern history to its depths, it is plain that historians are privileged liars, who lend their pen to popular beliefs precisely as the newspapers of the day, or most of them, express the opinions of their readers.

Never was a grander synthesis composed of natural effects or a more perfect idealization of nature. In a great national disaster, each one for a long time bewails himself alone; then, from out of the mass, rises up, here and there, a more emphatic and vehement cry of anguish; finally, when the misery has fallen on all, it bursts forth like a tempest.

And why should I not confess that this friendship, and the testimony here and there of persons unknown to me, have upheld me in my career, both against myself and against unjust attacks; against the calumny which has often persecuted me, against discouragement, and against the too eager hopefulness whose utterances are misinterpreted as those of overwhelming conceit? I had resolved to display stolid stoicism in the face of abuse and insults; but on two occasions base slanders have necessitated a reply. Though the advocates of forgiveness of injuries may regret that I should have displayed my skill in literary fence, there are many Christians who are of opinion that we live in times when it is as well to show sometimes that silence springs from generosity.

A man of any consequence in his native place, where he cannot go out but he meets with some recognition of his importance at every step, does not readily accustom himself to the sudden and total extinction of his consequence. You are somebody in your own country, in Paris you are nobody. The transition between the first state and the last should be made gradually, for the too abrupt fall is something like annihilation.

Live here, in Paris,” resumed the First Consul, addressing Bartolomeo; “we will know nothing of this affair. I will cause your property in Corsica to be bought, to give you enough to live on for the present. Later, before long, we will think of you. But, remember, no more vendetta! There are no woods here to fly to. If you play with daggers, you must expect no mercy. Here, the law protects all citizens; and no one is allowed to do justice for himself.

- Obedecer à sociedade? ... - replicou a marquesa, mostrando-se horrorizada. - É daí, senhor, que provêm todos os males. Deus não fez nem uma só lei para a nossa desgraça. Porém, os homens, reunindo-se, falsearam a sua obra. Nós, as mulheres, somo mais maltratadas pela civilização do que fomos pela natureza. Esta impõe-nos penas físicas que os homens não suavizaram, e a civilização desenvolveu sentimentos que eles enganam incessantemente. A natureza sufoca os seres fracos, os homens condenam-nos a viver para lhes oferecerem uma constante desgraça. O casamento, instituição em que hoje se funda a sociedade, faz-nos sentir todo o seu peso: para o homem a liberdade, para as mulheres os deveres. Nós lhes devemos toda a nossa vida, eles devem-nos apenas raros instantes. (...) Pois bem, o casamento, tal como hoje se efetua, afigura-se-me uma prostituição legal. Daí provieram todos os meus sofrimentos. (...) Fui a própria autora do mal, tendo desejado esse casamento.

Once inscribed on the jailer’s register, with the amount allowed by the law for a prisoner’s board for one month, David confronted a big, stout man, more powerful than the King himself in a prisoner’s eyes; this was the jailer. An instance of a thin jailer is unknown in the provinces. The place, to begin with, is almost a sinecure, and a jailer is a kind of innkeeper who pays no rent and lives very well, while his prisoners fare very ill; for, like an innkeeper, he gives them rooms according to their payments.

My nephew, your old master may find himself so involved that he will be forced to make an assignment. Before taking that step, honorable men who have forty years of integrity to boast of, virtuous men seeking to save their good name, will play the part of reckless gamblers; they become capable of anything; they will sell their wives, traffic with their daughters, compromise their best friends, pawn what does not belong to them; they will frequent gambling-tables, become dissemblers, hypocrites, liars; they will even shed tears. I have witnessed strange things.

took place toward the end of the month of July, 1815. The second return of the Bourbons had shaken many friendships which had held firm under the first Restoration. At this moment families, almost all divided in opinion, were renewing many of the deplorable scenes which stain the history of all countries in times of civil or religious wars. Children, young girls, old men shared the monarchial fever to which the country was then a victim. Discord glided beneath all roofs; distrust dyed with its gloomy colors the words and the actions of the most intimate friends.

Piombo and his wife, persons without education, had allowed Ginevra to study as she pleased. Following her caprices as a young girl, she had studied all things for a time, and then abandoned them, — taking up and leaving each train of thought at will, until, at last, painting had proved to be her dominant passion. Ginevra would have made a noble woman had her mother been capable of guiding her studies, of enlightening her mind, and bringing into harmony her gifts of nature; her defects came from the fatal education which the old Corsican had found delight in giving her.

She was, as you know already without as yet knowing anything, the Lily of this valley, where she grew for heaven, filling it with the fragrance of her virtues. Love, infinite love, without other sustenance than vision, dimly seen, of which my soul was full, was there, expressed to me by that long ribbon of water flowing in the sunshine between the grass-green banks, by the lines of the poplars adorning with their mobile laces that vale of love, by the oak-woods coming down between the vineyards to the shore, which the river curved and rounded as it chose, and by those dim varying horizons as they fled confusedly away.

Généralement il exprimait ses idées par de petites phrases sentencieuses et dites d'une voix douce. Depuis la Révolution, époque à laquelle il attira les regards, le bonhomme bégayait d'une manière fatigante aussitôt qu'il avait à discourir longuement ou à soutenir une discussion. Ce bredouillement, l'incohérence de ses paroles, le flux de mots où il noyait sa pensée, son manque apparent de logique attribués à un défaut d'éducation étaient affectés et seront suffisamment expliqués par quelques événements de cette histoire. D'ailleurs, quatre phrases exactes autant que des formules algébriques lui servaient habituellement à embrasser, à résoudre toutes les difficultés de la vie et du commerce : Je ne sais pas, je ne puis pas, je ne veux pas, nous venons cela. Il ne disait jamais ni oui ni non, et n'écrivait point. Lui parlait-on ? il écoutait froidement, se tenait le menton dans la main droite en appuyant son coude droit sur le revers de la main gauche, et se formait en toute affaire des opinions desquelles il ne revenait point. Il méditait longuement les moindres marchés. Quand, après une savante conversation, son adversaire lui avait livré le secret de ses prétentions en croyant le tenir, il lui répondait : - Je ne puis rien conclure sans avoir consulté ma femme.

This tragic short story was written in 1829 and published in 1830 in La Mode, followed by another edition in the Gosselin magazine in 1831. The tale also appeared in 1846 in volume II of Études Philosophiques of the Furne edition. Set during the time of the French army’s occupation of Spain under Napoleon, the tale opens with an idyllic moonlit scene in the castle gardens of the coastal town of Menda. The local French commandant, Victor Marchand, stands lost in thought, meditating on the beautiful Clara, the daughter of the local grandee. Thoughts of romance are soon dissipated as he becomes aware that a fleet of ships is approaching the coast.

Ha! that’s the infamy of it. Those dandies in Paris ordered the greatest attention paid to their damned females. How dare they dishonor good and brave patriots by trailing us after petticoats? As for me, I march straight, and I don’t choose to have to do with other people’s zigzags. When I saw Danton taking mistresses, and Barras too, I said to them: ‘Citizens, when the Republic called you to govern, it was not that you might authorize the vices of the old regime!’ You may tell me that women — oh yes! we must have women, that’s all right. Good soldiers of course must have women, and good women; but in times of danger, no! Besides, where would be the good of sweeping away the old abuses if patriots bring them back again?

Thirteen men were banded together in Paris under the Empire, all imbued with one and the same sentiment, all gifted with sufficient energy to be faithful to the same thought, with sufficient honor among themselves never to betray one another even if their interests clashed; and sufficiently wily and politic to conceal the sacred ties that united them, sufficiently strong to maintain themselves above the law, bold enough to undertake all things, and fortunate enough to succeed, nearly always, in their undertakings; having run the greatest dangers, but keeping silence if defeated; inaccessible to fear; trembling neither before princes, nor executioners, not even before innocence; accepting each other for such as they were, without social prejudices,—criminals, no doubt, but certainly remarkable through certain of the qualities that make great men, and recruiting their number only among men of mark.