It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse, and a woman dancing.
HONORE DE BALZACThe boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.
More Honore de Balzac Quotes
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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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True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!
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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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Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.
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Those who spend too fast never grow rich.
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A mother who is really a mother is never free.
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A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.
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Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.
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Love is the poetry of the senses.
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Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
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Life is simply what out feelings do to us.
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All happiness depends on courage and work. I have had many periods of wretchedness, but with energy and above all with illusions, I pulled through them all.
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Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.
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Every moment of happiness requires a great amount of Ignorance.
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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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