We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
HONORE DE BALZACWant him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
More Honore de Balzac Quotes
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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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There are two histories : official history, lying, and then secret history, where you find the real causes of events.
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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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The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
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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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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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In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
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Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
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The greater a man’s talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.
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Can you find a man who loves the occupation that provides him with a livelihood? Professions are like marriages; we end by feeling only their inconveniences.
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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.
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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 greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.
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Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.
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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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