Who is Honore De Balzac

Honoré de Balzac ( BAL-zak, more commonly US: BAWL-, French: [ɔnɔʁe d(ə) balzak]; born Honoré Balzac; 20 May 1799 – 18 August 1850) was a French novelist and playwright. The novel sequence La Comédie humaine, which presents a panorama of post-Napoleonic French life, is generally viewed as his magnum opus.

Owing to his keen observation of detail and unfiltered representation of society, Balzac is regarded as one of the founders of realism in European literature. He is renowned for his multi-faceted characters; even his lesser characters are complex, morally ambiguous and fully human. Inanimate objects are imbued with character as well; the city of Paris, a backdrop for much of his writing, takes on many human qualities. His writing influenced many famous writers, includi...
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Techlandlabcom: "a grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists." — honore de balzac
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Inlibrov: "think, then, how glorious must be the life of a man who can stamp all realities upon his thought, place the springs of happiness within himself, and draw thence uncounted pleasures in idea, unspoiled by earthly stains. thought is a key to all treasures."
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Drbea: the heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. - honore' de balzac
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Do You Think That I Do Not Know?
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They say that I never have written of love,
As a writer of songs should do;
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With a touch that is firm and true;
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Do you think that I do not know?
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