Thought is a key to all treasures; the miser's gains are ours without his cares. Thus I have soared above this world, where my enjoyments have been intellectual joys.
Honore de BalzacVirtually all men of action incline to Fatality just as most thinkers incline to Providence.
Honore de BalzacI can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
Honore de Balzac