One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
Honore De BalzacRead
I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a disdain for brokers, implying a belief in their lack of genuine humanity or integrity.
Honore De Balzac's quote reveals a deep-seated contempt for brokers, suggesting that he views their profession as morally questionable and divorced from the fundamental qualities that define humanity. The statement may stem from a broader critique of capitalism and the idea that financial intermediaries operate in a realm driven by profit rather than empathy or ethical considerations.
In practice
In a discussion about financial ethics, this quote could be used to highlight issues with morality in trading.
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