Anyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.

If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-nigh useless.

Of all the noises known to man, opera is the most expensive.

Cultivated people should be superior to any consideration so sordid as a mercenary interest.

Nothing can be fairer, or more noble, than the holy fervor of true zeal.

New-born desires, after all, have inexplicable charms, and all the pleasure of love is in variety.

My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.