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.
HONORE DE BALZACIn intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
More Honore de Balzac Quotes
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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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The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.
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Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.
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Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
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When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.
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One hour of love has a whole life in it.
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The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
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Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another’s happiness than in your own.
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The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
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Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.
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Women are ever the dupes or the victims of their extreme sensitiveness.
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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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Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
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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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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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