Honore de Balzac Quotes About Books

Quotes about: Books

• It is as easy to dream a book as it is hard to write one.

  Honore de Balzac

  Dream, Book, Writing

• Reading brings us unknown friends

  Honore de Balzac

  Book, Reading

  Honore de Balzac (2014). “The Elixir of Life”, p.6, The Floating Press

• Holding this book in your hand, sinking back in your soft armchair, you will say to yourself: perhaps it will amuse me. And after you have read this story of great misfortunes, you will no doubt dine well, blaming the author for your own insensitivity, accusing him of wild exaggeration and flights of fancy. But rest assured: this tragedy is not a fiction. All is true.

  Honore de Balzac

  Book, Hands, Doubt

• A beautiful book is a victory won in all the battlefields of human thought.

  Honore de Balzac

  Beautiful, Book, Victory

• We must have books for recreation and entertainment, as well as books for instruction and for business; the former are agreeable, the latter useful, and the human mind requires both. The cannon law and the codes of Justinian shall have due honor, and reign at the universities; but Homer and Virgil need not therefore be banished. We will cultivate the olive and the vine, but without eradicating the myrtle and the rose.

  Honore de Balzac

  Book, Law, Rose

• One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was driving down the Rue de l'Universite, conveying a stout man of middle height in the uniform of a captain of the National Guard.

  Honore de Balzac

  Book, Men, July

  Honore de Balzac (1901). “Cousin Betty”, p.8, Library of Alexandria

• There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires melancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, dreary moorlands, or the desolation of ruins. Within these houses there is, perhaps, the silence of the cloister, the barrenness of moors, the skeleton of ruins; life and movement are so stagnant there that a stranger might think them uninhabited, were it not that he encounters suddenly the pale, cold glance of a motionless person, whose half-monastic face peers beyond the window-casing at the sound of an unaccustomed step.

  Honore de Balzac

  Book, Thinking, Skeletons

  Honore de Balzac (2009). “Eugenie Grandet”, p.5, The Floating Press

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