Wrinkles on the brow are the imprints of exploits.
Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.
The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.
Can a faith that does nothing be called sincere?
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.