Masterpieces are only lucky attempts.
If people were not wicked I should not mind their being stupid; but, to our misfortune, they are both.
almost all novels are love stories.
Art speaks only to the mind, whereas nature speaks to all the faculties.
A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.
Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.