Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.

Think that day lost whose descending sun, views from thy hand no noble action done.

I quit Paris unwillingly, because I must part from my friends; and I quit the country unwillingly, because I must part from myself.

Grace is in garments, in movements, in manners; beauty in the nude, and in forms. This is true of bodies; but when we speak of feelings, beauty is in their spirituality, and grace in their moderation.

Genius begins beautiful works, but only labor finishes them.

Today there are no more irreconcilable enmities, because there are no more disinterested emotions: that's a good thing born from a bad thing.

Minds which never rest are subject to many digressions.