Botany is the art of insulting flowers in Greek and Latin.
If there is a fruit that can be eaten raw, it is beauty.
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.
We can invent only with memory.
Women's glances express what they dare not speak.
Though we have two eyes, we are supplied with but one tongue. Draw your own moral.