A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.

True and great love springs out of great knowledge, and where you know little you can love but little or not at all.

The eye transmits its own image through the air to all the objects which face it, and also receives them on its own surface, whence the "sensus communis" takes them and considers them.

The fox when it sees a flock of herons or magpies or birds of that kind, suddenly flings himself on the ground with his mouth open to look as he were dead; and these birds want to peck at his tongue, and he bites off their heads.

Every part is disposed to unite with the whole, that it may thereby escape from its own incompleteness.

The eye which turns from a white object in the light of the sun and goes into a less fully lighted place will see everything as dark.

Most men are of naught more use in their lives but as machines for turning food into sh*t.