Honor� de Balzac

France
20 May 1799 // 18 Aug 1850
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The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them
The world will avenge itself upon all happiness in which it has no share
The winter's frost must rend the burr of the nut before the fruit is seen. So adversity tempers the human heart, to discover its real worth
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
The man whom fate employs to awaken love in the heart of a young girl is often unaware of his work and therefore leaves it uncompleted
The happier a man, the more apt he is to tremble. In hearts exclusively tender, anxiety and jealousy are in exact proportion to happiness
The habits of every animal are, at least in the eyes of man, constantly similar in all ages. But the habits, the clothes, the words and the dwelling of a prince, a banker, an artist, a bourgeois, a priest and a pauper, are wholly dissimilar and change at the will of civilizations
The greatest joy a petty soul can taste is to dupe a great soul and catch it in a snare
The greater a man's talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy
The great secret of social alchemy is to profit best from each stage in our lives, to gather all its leaves in spring, all its flowers in summer, and all its fruits in autumn
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