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To George Sand

Your name, dear George, while casting a reflected radiance on my

book, can gain no new glory from this page. And yet it is neither

self-interest nor diffidence which has led me to place it there,

but only the wish that it should bear witness to the solid

friendship between us, which has survived our wanderings and

separations, and triumphed over the busy malice of the world. This

feeling is hardly likely now to change. The goodly company of

friendly names, which will remain attached to my works, forms an

element of pleasure in the midst of the vexation caused by their

increasing number. Each fresh book, in fact, gives rise to fresh

annoyance, were it only in the reproaches aimed at my too prolific

pen, as though it could rival in fertility the world from which I

draw my models! Would it not be a fine thing, George, if the

future antiquarian of dead literatures were to find in this

company none but great names and generous hearts, friends bound by

pure and holy ties, the illustrious figures of the century? May I

not justly pride myself on this assured possession, rather than on

a popularity necessarily unstable? For him who knows you well, it

is happiness to be able to sign himself, as I do here,

Your friend,

DE BALZAC.

PARIS, June 1840.