If only for the sake of elegance, I try to remain morally pure.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.

For although we know that the years pass, that youth gives way to old age, that fortunes and thrones crumble (even the most solid among them) and that fame is transitory, the manner in which—by means of a sort of snapshot—we take cognisance of this moving universe whirled along by Time, has the contrary effect of immobilising it.

We can only be faithful to what we remember, and we remember only what we have known.

The loss of a sense adds as much beauty to the world as its acquisition.

In a language known to us, we have substituted the opacity of the sounds with the transparence of the ideas. But a language we donot know is a closed place in which the one we love can deceive us, making us, locked outside and convulsed in our impotence, incapable of seeing or preventing anything.