There is no fate more distressing for an artist than to have to show himself off before fools, to see his work exposed to the criticism of the vulgar and ignorant.
It is a strange enterprise to make respectable people laugh.
One cannot but mistrust a prospect of felicity: one must enjoy it before one can believe in it.
With a smile we should instruct our youth.
Reason is not what decides love.
I hate all men, the ones because they are mean and vicious, and the others for being complaisant with the vicious ones.