The more the change, the more it is the same thing.
Flowing water is at once a picture and a music, which causes to flow at the same time from my brain, like a limpid and murmuring rivulet, sweet thoughts, charming reveries, and melancholy remembrances.
A widow is like a frigate of which the first captain has been shipwrecked.
Almost every one flatters himself that he and his are exceptionable.
One expresses well only the love he does not feel.
We can invent only with memory.