Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.
All the visible universe is nothing but a shop of images and signs.
Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
What a mysterious faculty is that queen of the faculties!
The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal.