Time has nothing to do with the matter.

My heavens! I've been talking prose for the last forty years without knowing it.

I want to be distinguished from the rest; to tell the truth, a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.

Rest assured that there is nothing which wounds the heart of a noble man more deeply than the thought his honour is assailed.

Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths. It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do. A lover whose passion is extreme loves even the faults of the beloved

Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.

Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.