The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.

Every artists wants to be applauded

Those people who treat politics and morality separately will never understand either of them.

I hate books; they only teach us to talk about things we know nothing about.

Slaves lose everything in their chains, even the desire of escaping from them.

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment.

A man says what he knows, a woman says what will please.