It was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannized most strongly over us.
In a very ugly and sensible age, the arts borrow, not from life, but from each other.
The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.
It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little.
The weather still continues charming.