The envious will die, but envy never.

There is no praise to bear the sort that you put in your pocket.

Birth is nothing without virtue, and we have no claim to share in the glory of our ancestors unless we endeavor to resemble them.

Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.

I have a heart to love all the world; and like Alexander I wish there were yet other worlds, so I could carry even further my amorous conquests.

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.

My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.