Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time.

intellect is a sin that must be atoned for by leading exactly the life of those who have none.

a perfect piece of architecture kindles that aimless reverie, which bears the soul we know not whither.

One must, in one's life, make a choice between boredom and suffering.

That past which is so presumptuously brought forward as a precedent for the present, was itself founded on some past that went before it.

Venice astonishes more than it pleases at first sight.

One must choose in life between boredom and suffering.