He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
Necessity is the spur of genius.
Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?
To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.
The pleasures of love proceed successively from a distich to a quatrain, from a quatrain to a sonnet, from a sonnet to a ballad, from a ballad to an ode, from an ode to a cantata, and from a cantata to a dithyramb. A husband who begins with the dithyramb is a fool.