I am wholly yours - you are everything to me; we will sustain each other in all the ills of life it may please fate to inflict upon us; you will soothe my troubles; I will comfort you in yours.

Whatever dressing one gives to mushrooms, to whatever sauces our Apiciuses put them, they are not really good but to be sent back to the dungheap where they are born.

You can be sure that a painter reveals himself in his work as much as and more than a writer does in his.

Shakespeare's fault is not the greatest into which a poet may fall. It merely indicates a deficiency of taste.

There is only one virtue, justice; only one duty, to be happy; only one corollary, not to overvalue life and not to fear death.

What is this world? A complex whole, subject to endless revolutions. All these revolutions show a continual tendency to destruction; a swift succession of beings who follow one another, press forward, and vanish; a fleeting symmetry; the order of a moment. I reproached you just now with estimating the perfection of things by your own capacity; and I might accuse you here of measuring its duration by the length of your own days.

Doctors are always working to preserve our health and cooks to destroy it, but the latter are the more often successful.