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Honore de Balzac Novelist

  • Gender: Male
  • Citizenship: France
  • Born: May 20, 1799
  • Died: Aug 18, 1850

Honoré de Balzac was a French novelist and playwright. His magnum opus was a sequence of short stories and novels collectively entitled La Comédie humaine, which presents a panorama of French life in the years after the 1815 fall of Napoleon Bonaparte.

Owing to his keen observation of detail and unfiltered representation of society, Balzac is regarded as one of the founders of realism in European literature. He is renowned for his multifaceted characters, who are morally ambiguous. His writing influenced many subsequent novelists such as Marcel Proust, Émile Zola, Charles Dickens, Anthony Trollope, Edgar Allan Poe, Eça de Queirós, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Oscar Wilde, Gustave Flaubert, Benito Pérez Galdós, Marie Corelli, Henry James, William Faulkner, Jack Kerouac, and Italo Calvino, and philosophers such as Friedrich Engels and Karl Marx. Many of Balzac's works have been made into or have inspired films, and they are a continuing source of inspiration for writers, filmmakers and critics.

An enthusiastic reader and independent thinker as a child, Balzac had trouble adapting to the teaching style of his grammar school.

Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.

Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.

One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.

What is art? Nature concentrated.

Equality may perhaps be a right, but no power on earth can ever turn it into a fact.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist there can only be promise of the coming woman.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Finance, like time, devours its own children.

Behind every great fortune lies a great crime.

The most virtuous women have something within them, something that is never chaste.

Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.

There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.

If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

Power is action the electoral principle is discussion. No political action is possible when discussion is permanently established.

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.

When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.

I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.

A grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists.

The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom to serve all, but love only one.

Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Death unites as well as separates it silences all paltry feeling.

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.

Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?

A mother who is really a mother is never free.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion it is a joy of every moment.

Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.

Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society.

There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.

No man should marry until he has studied anatomy and dissected at least one woman.

Laws are spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.

Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.

Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

All humanity is passion without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.

Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate demands a heavy tax in blood!