The society of women is the element of good manners.

Some people spend the day in complaining of a headache, and the night in drinking the wine that gives it.

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.

Oh God, how do the world and heavens confine themselves, when our hearts tremble in their own barriers!

For I have been a man, and that means to have been a fighter.

Personality is everything in art and poetry.

We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created.