 Yannis Stavrou, Nocturnal, oil on canvas
Yannis Stavrou, Nocturnal, oil on canvasHonore de Balzac, a master of ontology. A great novelist, maybe the best. A friend...
Some of his quotations follow:
Cruelty and fear shake hands together.
Danger arouses interest.  Where death is involved, the vilest  criminal invariably stirs a little compassion.
Does not any limit imposed upon one inspire a desire to go beyond  it?  Does not our keenest suffering arise when our free will is  crossed?
Doubt follows white-winged hope with trembling steps.
During the great storms of our lives we imitate those captains  who jettison their weightiest cargo.
Emulation admires and strives to imitate great actions; envy is  only moved to malice.
Emulation is not rivalry.  Emulation is the child of ambition;  rivalry is the unlovable daughter of envy.
Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart, like a viper in its  hole.
Evasion is unworthy of us, and is always the intimate of  equivocation.
Even beauty cannot always palliate eccentricity.
Even when exercising their greatest duplicity, women are always  sincere because they are yielding to some natural feeling.
Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon  the individual.  Misfortune is a stepping stone for a genius, a  piscina for a Christian, a treasure for a man of parts, and an  abyss for a weakling.
Few men are raised in our estimation by being too closely  examined. 
Fools gain greater advantages through their weakness than  intelligent men through their strength.  We watch a great man  struggling against fate and we do not lift a finger to help him.   But we patronize a grocer who is headed for bankruptcy.
Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much  noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the male  bird. 
For businessmen, the world is a bale of banknotes in circulation;  for most young men, it is a woman; for some women, it is a man;  and for others it may be a salon, a coterie, a part of town or a  whole city.
For certain people, misfortune is a beacon that lights up the  dark and baser sides of social life. 
For the journalist, anything probable is gospel truth.
Generally our confidences move downward rather than upward; in  our secret affairs, we employ our inferiors much more than our  bettors.
Genius is intensity.
Admiration bestowed upon any one but ourselves is always tedious.
After all, our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries  lie in anticipation.
Alas, two men are often necessary to provide a woman with a  perfect lover, just as in literature a writer composes a type  only by employing the singularities of several similar  characters.
All genuinely noble women prefer truth to falsehood.  As the  Russians with their Czar, they are unwilling to see their idol  degraded; they want to be proud of the domination they accept.
All men can bear a familiar, definite misfortune better than the  cruel alternations of a fate which, from one moment to another,  brings excessive joy or sorrow.
Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries  very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing  all he wishes.
An ounce of courage will go farther with women than a pound of  timidity.
Any man, however blase or depraved, finds his love kindled anew  when he sees himself threatened by a rival.
Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?
Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of  Nature.
As a rule, only the poor are generous.  Rich people can always  find excellent reasons for not handing over twenty thousand  francs to a relative.
As soon as man seeks to penetrate the secrets of Nature--in which  nothing is secret and it is but a question of seeing--he realizes  that the simple produces the supernatural.
At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist:  a woman is all  promise.
Authentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its  expression, because actions speak louder than words.  Unlike a  feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.
Bankers are lynxes.  To expect any gratitude from them is  equivalent to attempting to move the wolves of the Ukraine to  pity in the middle of winter.
Beauty is the greatest of human powers.  Any power without  counterbalance or control becomes autocratic and leads to abuse  and to folly.  Despotism in a government is insanity; in woman,  fantasy.
Behind every great fortune there is a crime.
By and large, women have a faith and a morality peculiar to  themselves; they believe in the reality of everything that serves  their interest and their passions.
By dint of making sacrifices, a man grows interested in the  person who exacts them.  Great ladies, like courtesans, know this  truth by instinct.
By resorting to self-resignation, the unfortunate consummate.
Can you find a man who loves the occupation that provides him  with a livelihood?  Professions are like marriages; we end by  feeling only their inconveniences.
Charity is not one of the virtues practiced on the stock market.   The heart of a bank is but one of many viscera.
A careful observation of Nature will disclose pleasantries of  superb irony.  She has for instance placed toads close to  flowers.
A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything  immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order  to fry an egg.  In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when  passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or  impossible.
A deist is an atheist with an eye cocked for the off-chance of  some advantage.
A girl fresh from a boarding school may perhaps be a virgin but  no! she is never chaste.
A grass blade believes that men build palaces for it to grow in.   Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it  brings them down.  This power of feeble life which can creep in  anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons.
A great love is a credit opened in favor of a power so consuming  that the moment of bankruptcy must inevitably occur.
A husband can commit no greater blunder than to discuss his wife,  if she is virtuous, with his mistress; unless it be to mention  his mistress, if she is beautiful, to his wife.
A knowledge of mankind and of things that surround us gives us  that second education which proves far move valuable than our  first because it alone turns out a truly accomplished man.
A lover teaches a wife all her husband has kept from her.
A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern  preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.
A man who stops at nothing short of the law is very clever  indeed!
A man's own vanity is a swindler that never lacks for a dupe.
A married woman is a slave you must know how to seat upon a  throne.
A naked woman is less dangerous than one who spreads her skirt  skillfully to cover and exhibit everything at once.
A rent in your clothes is a mishap, a stain on them is a vice.
A vocation is born to us all; happily most of us meet promptly  our twin,--occupation.
A woman filled with faith in the one she loves is the creation of  a novelist's imagination.
A woman in love has full intelligence of her power; the more  virtuous she is, the more effective her coquetry.
A woman in the depths of despair proves so persuasive that she  wrenches the forgiveness lurking deep in the heart of her lover.   This is all the more true when that woman is young, pretty, and  so decollete as to emerge from the neck of her gown in the  costume of Eve.
A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.
A woman questions the man who loves exactly as a judge questions  a criminal.  This being so, a flash of the eye, a mere word, an  inflection of the voice or a moment's hesitation suffice to  expose the fact, betrayal or crime he is attempting to conceal.
A woman's greatest charm consists in a constant appeal to a man's  generosity by a gracious declaration of helplessness which fills  him with pride and awakens the most magnificent feelings in his  heart.
A woman's sentimental monkeyshines will always deceive her lover,  who invariably waxes ecstatic where her husband necessarily  shrugs his shoulders.
A woman, even a prude, is not long at a loss, however dire her  plight.  She would seen always to have in hand the fig leaf our  Mother Eve bequeathed to her.
According to man's environment, society has made as many  different types of men as there are varieties in zoology.  The  differences between a soldier, a workman, a statesman, a  tradesman, a sailor, a poet, a pauper and a priest, are more  difficult to seize, but quite considerable as the differences  between a wolf, a lion, an ass, a crow, a sea-calf, a sheep, and  so on.