I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.
An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.