The manifestation of poetry in external life is formal perfection. True sentiment grows within, and art must represent internal phenomena externally.

I know how ingratitude burns, how falsehood tortures, for I have been deceived in friendship and in love; I have learned to lose and to resign myself.

Do not push so fast ahead, do slow down a bit! Otherwise you won't catch up with yourselves.

Profundity easily turns into dullness and astuteness deteriorates into wit. Be guided by natural common sense and it will accommodate great and small.

A love that dies has never lived.

The prince exults whomever he selects as his consort, but the queen, rather than elevating the subject of her choice, humiliates him as a man. By all that is right, a man is not intended to be the husband of his wife, but a woman is to be her husband's wife.

When receiving an order, many servants repeat their "yes" numerous times, especially the lazy ones.