Nature is a temple, where the living Columns sometimes breathe confusing speech; Man walks within these groves of symbols, each Of which regards him as a kindred thing.

The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.

The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal.

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

Dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music