The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!
Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.
Art is an infinitely precious good, a draught both refreshing and cheering which restores the stomach and the mind to the natural equilibrium of the ideal.
My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
Doubt, or the absence of faith and naivete, is a vice peculiar to this age, for no one is obedient nowadays; and naivete, which means the dominance of temperament in the manner, is a gift from God, possessed by very few.