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 enjoyment have been intellectual joys.

Quote by Honore De Balzac

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There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.

There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.

Modesty is the conscience of the body.

Modesty is the conscience of the body.

Love is a game in which one always cheats.

Love is a game in which one always cheats.

Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.

Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.

Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill...

Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill...

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy...

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy...

An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no...

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no...

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

Genius is intensity

Genius is intensity

The more one judges, the less one loves.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

To our shame a woman is never so much attached to us as when we...

To our shame a woman is never so much attached to us as when we...

To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his...

To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his...

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.

Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect...

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect...

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of...

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of...

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate...

Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate...