Eloquence is a painting of thought; and thus those who, after having painted it, add something more, make a picture instead of a portrait.
Blaise PascalIf a man loves a woman for her beauty, does he love her? No; for the smallpox, which destroys her beauty without killing her, causes his love to cease. And if any one loves me for my judgment or my memory, does he really love me? No; for I can lose these qualities without ceasing to be.
Blaise Pascal