To have fame follow us is well, but it is not a desirable avant-courier.
The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual.
For pain is perhaps but a violent pleasure? Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain, where pain is still a pleasure? Is not the utmost brightness of the ideal world soothing to us, while the lightest shadows of the physical world annoy?