You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.

Facts are the enemy of truth.

There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate, nor pain which death does not terminate.

A father may have a child who is ugly and lacking in all the graces, and the love he feels for him puts a blindfold over his eyes so that he does not see his defects but considers them signs of charm and intelligence and recounts them to his friends as if they were clever and witty.

Poesy is a beauteous damsel, chaste, honourable, discreet, witty, retired, and who keeps herself within the limits of propriety. She is a friend of solitude; fountains entertain her, meadows console her, woods free her from ennui, flowers delight her; in short, she gives pleasure and instruction to all with whom she communicates.

Whoever is ignorant is vulgar.

Blessed be he who invented sleep, a cloak that covers all a man's thoughts.