Where I cannot be moral, my power is gone.

Say what we may of the inadequacy of translation, yet the work is and will always be one of the weightiest and worthiest undertakings in the general concerns of the world.

Everything transitory is but an image.

There is repetition everywhere, and nothing is found only once in the world.

Can a sparrow know how a stork feels?

An angel! Nonsense! Everybody so describes his mistress; and yet I find it impossible to tell you how perfect she is, or why she is so perfect: suffice it to say she has captivated all my senses.

There is no way to face the great advantages of another person than through love.