When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.
HONORE DE BALZACHatred 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.
More Honore de Balzac Quotes
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Old men are prone to invest the futures of young men with their own past sorrows.
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The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.
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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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Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.
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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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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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To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals – that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.
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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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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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Temperament is the thermometer of character.
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Poverty is a divine stepmother who does for youths what their own mothers were unable to do. It introduces them to frugality, to the world and to life.
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Cruelty and fear shake hands together.
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An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
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Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.
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