Living requires but little life; doing requires much.
What can one possibly introduce into a mind that is already full, and full of itself?
Pleasures are always children, pains always have wrinkles.
Without duty, life is sort of boneless; it cannot hold itself together.
Poetry is to be found nowhere unless we carry it within us.
When the painter wishes to represent an event, he cannot place before us too great a number of personages; but he cannot employ too few when he wishes to portray an emotion.