If we knew enough, fortune would turn out to be nature.
Passion cooks. Reason cleans.
A moment of eloquence enthralls us. An hour's worth leaves us stupefied.
My taking a seat on the Council of the Fathers caused a desperate fluttering among my ghosts.
Once wealth and beauty are gone, there is always rural life.
A work of art is an echo chamber which repeats what people say about it.