I curse all negative purism that tells me not to use a word from another language that either expresses something that my own language cannot or does that in a more delicate manner.

The follies of the wise man are known to himself, but hidden from the world.

Woman is mistress of the art of completely imbittering the life of the person on whom she depends.

Your messages I hear, but faith has not been given; The dearest child of Faith is Miracle.

My counsel is, to force nothing, and rather to trifle and sleep away all unproductive days and hours, than on such days to compose something that will afterwards give no pleasure.

The intelligent man finds almost everything ridiculous, the sensible man hardly anything.

My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.