All that I've learned, I've forgotten. The little that I still know, I've guessed.
Wrinkles and ill-nature together made a woman hideous.
There is a melancholy that stems from greatness
In love, everything is true, everything is false; it is the one subject on which one cannot express an absurdity.
In the fine arts, as in many other things, we know well only what we have not learned.
A fool who has a flash of wit creates astonishment and scandal, like hack-horses setting out to gallop.