The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.

Chance gives rise to thoughts, and chance removes them; no art can keep or acquire them.

How vain painting is-we admire the realistic depiction of objects which in their original state we don't admire at all.

Happiness can be found neither in ourselves nor in external things, but in God and in ourselves as united to him.

If you do not love too much, you do not love enough.

We never live, but we hope to live; and as we are always arranging to be happy, it must be that we never are so.

We implore the mercy of God, not that He may leave us at peace in our vices, but that He may deliver us from them.