The confidant of my vices is my master, though he were my valet.

If I work incessantly to the last, nature owes me another form of existence when the present one collapses.

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

And those whom once my song had cheered and gladdened, If still they live, rove through the world now saddened.

Nature does not suffer her veil to be taken from her, and what she does not choose to reveal to the spirit, thou wilt not wrest from her by levers and screws.

People will allow their faults to be shown them; they will let themselves be punished for them; they will patiently endure many things because of them; they only become impatient when they have to lay them aside.

Gray is the color of all theory