Age continually alters the faces of those who think or study, and so their portraits differ from one another and don't even resemble them for very long. I dream so much and live so little that I'm sometimes only three years old. But the next day I'm three hundred, if the dream has been sombre.

Art speaks only to the mind, whereas nature speaks to all the faculties.

Gossiping is the plague of little towns.

almost all novels are love stories.

Nature distributes her favors unequally.

You see what stupid folk my publishers are; but they are all alike.

Years do not always make age.