I do not share the belief in indefinite progress for society as a whole; I believe in man’s improvement in himself. - Honoré de Balzac

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I do not share the belief in indefinite progress for society as a whole; I believe in man’s improvement in himself.

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About Honoré de Balzac

Honoré de Balzac (20 May 1799 – 18 August 1850) was a French novelist. Along with Flaubert, he is generally regarded as a founding father of realism in European literature.

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Alternative Names: Balzac Horace de Saint- Aubin Onoreh deh Balzaḳ Lord R'Hoone Ônôrē de Balzaq Jeune ceélibataire Onore de Balzak Honorato De Balzac H. Balzak Honoreé De Balzac H. Balzac Horace de S.- Aubin Honoriusz Balzac Un Jeune ceélibataire Lord O'Rhoone Ūnūrīh dī Balzāk R'Hoone Onore de Bal'zak Hônôrê đơ Banzăc Honore de Balzak de. Balzac Honorato Balzac Horace de Saint-Aubin Honoré de Balsac Honoreé de Balzac Baruzakku Pa-erh-cha-kʻo Honoré. Balzac Honoreé DeBalzac Onore. Bal'zak Onorato di Balzac Honoriusz. Balzac H. de Balzac Onore Balzéak Honoriusz. Balzak Instituteur Matricante Pa-erh-cha-kò Saint Aubin Ba’erzhake Honoryusz. Balzac Abbeé Savonati Honoräe de Balzac Honoratus de Balzac A. de Villergleé Honoré Balssa Honoré De Balzac Ba'erzhake Saint Aubin de Poitiers M. de Balzac Onore Balʹzak Honore de Bal'zac Balzak H. de. Balzac Honoreé von Balzac Honore de Balzac Jeune ceelibataire Honoree De Balzac Honoree de Balzac Un Jeune ceelibataire Honore de Balsac Honore. Balzac Honoree DeBalzac Onore Balzeak Pa-erh-cha-ko Abbee Savonati A. de Villerglee Honore Balssa Honoree von Balzac
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Have you ever plunged into the immensity of space and time by reading the geological treatises of Cuvier? Borne away on the wings of his genius, have you hovered over the illimitable abyss of the past as if a magician's hand were holding you aloft? As one penetrates from seam to seam, from stratum to stratum and discovers, under the quarries of Montmartre or in the schists of the Urals, those animals whose fossilized remains belong to antediluvian civilizations, the mind is startled to catch a vista of the milliards of years and the millions of peoples which the feeble memory of man and an indestructible divine tradition have forgotten and whose ashes heaped on the surface of our globe, form the two feet of earth which furnish us with bread and flowers. Is not Cuvier the greatest poet of our century? Certainly Lord Byron has expressed in words some aspects of spiritual turmoil; but our immortal natural historian has reconstructed worlds from bleached bones.

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