The fox is very cunning, but he is more cunning who catches the fox.

For man's greatest crime is to have been born.

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.

If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.