Too chaste a youth leads to a dissolute old age.
An artist cannot get along without a public; and when the public is absent, what does he do? He invents it, and turning his back on his age, he looks toward the future for what the present denies.
We live counterfeit lives in order to resemble the idea we first had of ourselves.
Solitude is bearable only with God.
It is not becoming to lay to virtue the weariness of old age.
The greatest intelligence is precisely the one that suffers the most from its own limitations.