In the fine arts, as in many other things, we know well only what we have not learned.

Love is more pleasant than marriage for the same reason that novels are more amusing than history.

Vain is equivalent to empty; thus vanity is so miserable a thing, that one cannot give it a worse name than its own. It proclaims itself for what it is.

There are more fools than wise men, and even in a wise man there is more folly than wisdom.

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

All passions are exaggerated, otherwise they would not be passions.

We take our colors, chameleon-like, from each other.