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.

How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!

A friar who asks alms for God's sake begs for two.

The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.

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

Great events have sent before them their announcements.

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