When love is not madness, it is not love.

The dower of great beauty has always been misfortune, since happiness and beauty do not agree together.

How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it

What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?

No windows give a better view than those a man brings with him in his head, not asking for tickets of admission, since at all functions, festivals, or feasts he looks out with the same nice self-composure.