True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!
HONORE DE BALZACGive to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
More Honore de Balzac Quotes
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Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
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Virtue is not a thing you can have by halves; it is or it is not.
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Can you find a man who loves the occupation that provides him with a livelihood? Professions are like marriages; we end by feeling only their inconveniences.
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How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!
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Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.
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All human power is a compound of time and patience.
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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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A naked woman is less dangerous than one who spreads her skirt skillfully to cover and exhibit everything at once.
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As a rule, only the poor are generous. Rich people can always find excellent reasons for not handing over twenty thousand francs to a relative.
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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.
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God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.
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Art’s greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.
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We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
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A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.
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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.
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