How much more sensuality invites to art than does sentimentality.
We live counterfeit lives in order to resemble the idea we first had of ourselves.
Each of us really understands in others only those feelings he is capable of producing himself.
Are you then unable to recognize unless it has the same sound as yours?
Envying another man's happiness is madness; you wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it.
Seize from every moment its unique novelty, and do not prepare your joys.