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 BALZACCoffee 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.
More Honore de Balzac Quotes
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The man who enters his wife’s dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.
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Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.
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Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.
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Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
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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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Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
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Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.
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Old men are prone to invest the futures of young men with their own past sorrows.
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A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
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Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
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Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.
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Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
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There are two histories : official history, lying, and then secret history, where you find the real causes of events.
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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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In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
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