No one who cannot limit himself has ever been able to write.
Whatever we well understand we express clearly, and words flow with ease.
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.
The dreadful burden of having nothing to do.
Everything that poverty touches becomes frightful.
Nature always springs to the surface and manages to show what she is. It is vain to stop or try to drive her back. She breaks through every obstacle, pushes forward, and at last makes for herself a way.