Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.

I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

Even when she walks one would believe that she dances.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!