Leave those vain moralists, my friend, and return to the depth of your soul: that is where you will always rediscover the source of the sacred fire which so often inflamed us with love of the sublime virtues; that is where you will see the eternal image of true beauty, the contemplation of which inspires us with a holy enthusiasm.

I hate books; they only teach people to talk about what they don't understand.

Plant and your spouse plants with you; weed and you weed alone.

I bold it impossible, that the great monarchies of Europe can subsist much longer; they all affect magnificence and splendor.

I only see clearly what I remember.

Accent is the soul of language; it gives to it both feeling and truth.

We are born, so to speak, twice over; born into existence, and born into life; born a human being, and born a man.