The good we do to others is spoilt unless we efface ourselves so completely that those we help have no sense of inferiority.
HONORE DE BALZACIf you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man’s life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool’s notion of history.
More Honore de Balzac Quotes
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Do you know what is the hardest thing in life? To make a choice.
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Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
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There is a cure for temptation. What? Yielding to it.
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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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In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.
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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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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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At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
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Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
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We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
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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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Woman is a most charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as she does her gloves.
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It is as absurd to say that a man can’t love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.
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Those who spend too fast never grow rich.
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Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.
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