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. HONORE DE BALZAC AffectionHateHeartHumanRareSlope
A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage. HONORE DE BALZAC CourageEasyFormLessonRepeatRewardTeacher
Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought. HONORE DE BALZAC BornJourneyPainfulPoetryThinking
Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet. HONORE DE BALZAC HappinessManPossessionRelationshipWoman
The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed. HONORE DE BALZAC AdmireBookCoverDressElegantRich
God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven. HONORE DE BALZAC ActorDramaGodHeavenManPoetWriting
Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune. HONORE DE BALZAC GreatnessMindsetMisfortuneSeeVirtue
It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action. HONORE DE BALZAC ActionDifficultEasyNotice
Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness. HONORE DE BALZAC AfraidHeartJealousSpell
Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron. HONORE DE BALZAC ManSheepStrengthWillingWoman
Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case. HONORE DE BALZAC AffectCaseHeartReasonWound
One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul. HONORE DE BALZAC BelieveImmortalMarriageOneselfSoul
Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed. HONORE DE BALZAC DesireEnjoymentHopeMemory
Hatred 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. HONORE DE BALZAC FoodHateLoveRightWrong
Women are ever the dupes or the victims of their extreme sensitiveness. HONORE DE BALZAC SensitiveVictimWoman
A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way. HONORE DE BALZAC HusbandLoverRunThinkingWay
At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise. HONORE DE BALZAC BeautifulPromiseTalentWoman
Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine. HONORE DE BALZAC NeedSolitudeYourself
