With poverty everything becomes frightful.

Whatever we well understand we express clearly, and words flow with ease.

It is the sin which we have not committed which seems the most monstrous.

Gold gives an appearance of beauty even to ugliness: But with poverty everything becomes frightful.

It is in vain a daring author thinks of attaining to the heights of Parnassus if he does not feel the secret influence of heaven and if his natal star has not formed him to be a poet.

Every age has its pleasures, its style of wit, and its own ways.

With poverty everything becomes frightful.