The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.
Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?
How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!
Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.