It is the sin which we have not committed which seems the most monstrous.
No one who cannot limit himself has ever been able to write.
All men are fools, and with every effort they differ only in the degree.
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.
Of all the creatures that creep, swim, or fly, Peopling the earth, the waters, and the sky, From Rome to Iceland, Paris to Japan, I really think the greatest fool is man.