Pleasures are always children, pains always have wrinkles.
Words, like glass, obscure when they do not aid vision.
Of what delights are we deprived by our excesses!
Tormented by the cursed ambition always to put a whole book in a page, a whole page in a sentence, and this sentence in a word. I am speaking of myself.
The paper is patient, but the reader is not.
There is an admiration which is the daughter of knowledge.