Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.
HONORE DE BALZACLife cannot go on without much forgetting.
More Honore de Balzac Quotes
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Virtue is not a thing you can have by halves; it is or it is not.
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First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.
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The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.
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People exaggerate both happiness and unhappiness; we are never so fortunate nor so unfortunate as people say we are.
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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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It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.
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How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!
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Old men are prone to invest the futures of young men with their own past sorrows.
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What makes friendship indissolute and what doubles its charms is a feeling we find lacking in love: I mean certitude.
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As a rule, only the poor are generous.
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Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.
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People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.
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Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
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The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.
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I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
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