French novelist and playwright (1799-1850)
Mankind are not perfect, but one age is more or less hypocritical than another, and then simpletons say that its morality is high or low.
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Père Goriot
Life -- is it anything more than a machine to which money imparts the motion?
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Gobseck
Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.
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Letters of Two Brides
What a wretched dramatist Shakespeare is! Othello is in love with glory; he wins battles, he gives orders, he struts about and is all over the place while Desdemona sits at home; and Desdemona, who sees herself neglected for the silly fuss of public life, is quite meek all the time. Such a sheep deserves to be slaughtered.
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Letters of Two Brides
The King stands for us all. To die for the King is to die for oneself, for one's family, which, like the kingdom, cannot die.
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Letters of Two Brides
There are men so situated in life that they can never enter the brilliant sphere in which honest women move, whether for want of a coat, or from their bashfulness, or from the failure of a mahout to introduce them.
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Physiology of Marriage
Narrow natures expand by persecuting as much as others through beneficence; they prove their power over their fellows by cruel tyranny as others do by loving kindness; they simply go the way their temperaments drive them. Add to this the propulsion of self-interest and you may read the enigma of most social matters.
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Pierrette
By dint of taking interest in everything, the Parisian ends by being interested in nothing. No emotion dominating his face, which friction has rubbed away, it turns gray like the faces of those houses upon which all kinds of dust and smoke have blown. In effect, the Parisian, with his indifference on the day for what the morrow will bring forth, lives like a child, whatever may be his age. He grumbles at everything, consoles himself for everything, jests at everything, forgets, desires, and tastes everything, seizes all with passion, quits all with indifference—his kings, his conquests, his glory, his idols of bronze or glass—as he throws away his stockings, his hats, and his fortune.
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The Girl with the Golden Eyes
Reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.
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A Woman of Thirty
None but fools and invalids can find pleasure in shuffling cards all evening long to find out whether they shall win a few pence at the end.
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Gobseck
Two enemies sometimes possess a power of clear insight into mental processes, and read each other's minds as two lovers read in either soul.
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Gobseck
As ideas are capable of infinite combination, it ought to be the same with pleasures.
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Physiology of Marriage
Do not therefore allow yourself to be led astray by the specious good nature of such an institution as that of twin beds. It is the silliest, the most treacherous, the most dangerous in the world. Shame and anathema to him who conceived it!
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Physiology of Marriage
A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
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A Daughter of Eve
Everywhere you find the man of thews and sinews who toils, and the lymphatic man who torments himself; and pleasures are everywhere the same, for when all sensations are exhausted, all that survives is Vanity—Vanity is the abiding substance of us, the I in us.
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Gobseck
Remorse is impotence, impotence which sins again. Repentance alone is powerful; it ends all.
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Seraphita
What sentiment of admiration must rise in the soul of a philosopher on discovering that there is, perhaps, but one single principle in the world, as there is but one God; and that our ideas and our affections are subject to the same laws which cause the sun to rise, the flowers to bloom, the universe to teem with life!
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Physiology of Marriage
When women are secretly to blame they often show ostensibly the utmost womanly pride. It is a dissimulation of mind for which we ought to be obliged to them. The deception is full of dignity, if not of grandeur.
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A Daughter of Eve
The Countess sat playing with her children. When she heard my name, she sprang up and came to meet me, then she sat down and pointed without a word to a chair by the fire. Her face wore the inscrutable mask beneath which women of the world conceal their most vehement emotions. Trouble had withered that face already. Nothing of its beauty now remained, save the marvelous outlines in which its principal charm had lain.
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Gobseck
Discretion is the best form of calculation.
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The Girl with the Golden Eyes