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Wisdom is the understanding of celestial things to which the Spirit is brought by Love.
— Honore de Balzac
novelist, literary critic, writer, prose writer, journalist, art critic, essayist, dramaturge, publisher
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Wisdom is the understanding of celestial things to which the Spirit is brought by Love.
Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.
Man dies in despair while the Spirit dies in ecstasy.
The tiniest flower is a thought, — a life which corresponds to certain lineaments of the Great Whole, of which they have a constant intuition.
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
Clouds signify the veil of the Most High.
Science is the language of the Temporal world, Love is that of the Spiritual world. Thus man takes note of more than he is able to explain, while the Angelic Spirit sees and comprehends. Science depresses man; Love exalts the Angel. Science is still seeking, Love has found. Man judges Nature according to his own relations to her; the Angelic Spirit judges it in its relation to Heaven. In short, all things have a voice for the Spirit.
Remorse is impotence, impotence which sins again. Repentance alone is powerful; it ends all.
We have long struggles with ourself, of which the outcome is one of our actions; they are, as it were, the inner side of human nature. This inner side is God's; the outer side belongs to men.
The most real of all splendors are not in outward things, they are within us.
Nature knows nothing but solid bodies; your science deals only with combinations of surfaces. And so nature constantly gives the lie to all your laws; can you name one to which no fact makes an exception?
White and shining virgin of all human virtues, ark of the covenant between earth and heaven, tender and strong companion partaking of the lion and of the lamb, Prayer! Prayer will give you the key of heaven! Bold and pure as innocence, strong, like all that is single and simple, this glorious, invincible Queen rests, nevertheless, on the material world; she takes possession of it; like the sun, she clasps it in a circle of light.
Tone is light in another shape. In music, instruments perform the functions of the colours employed in painting.
Finance, like time, devours its own children.
Behind every great fortune lies a great crime.
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
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.
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.
The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.
The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.
Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.
There is no such thing as a great talent without great willpower.
Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.
Laws are spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.
There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
Glory is the sunshine of the dead
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.
Love is the poetry of the senses!
The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.
There is something great and terrible about suicide.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
For passion, be it observed, brings insight with it; it can give a sort of intelligence to simpletons, fools, and idiots, especially during youth.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.
Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
In Paris the rich encounter wit ready-made, pre-digested science, and opinions already formulated, which excuse them from hand to have wit, science or opinion.
If we study Nature attentively in its great evolutions as in its minutest works, we cannot fail to recognize the possibility of enchantment — giving to that word its exact significance. Man does not create forces; he employs the only force that exists and which includes all others, namely Motion, the breath incomprehensible of the sovereign Maker of the universe.
