God's only excuse is that he does not exist.
Prudery is a kind of avarice, the worst of all.
Only great minds can afford a simple style.
The Russians imitate French ways, but always at a distance of fifty years.
Sometimes the impact of Mozart's music is so immediate that the vision in the mind remains blurred and incomplete, while the soul seems to be directly invaded, drenched in wave upon wave of melancholy.
For the future, I shall rely only upon those elements of my character which I have tested. Who would ever have said that I should find pleasure in shedding tears? That I should love the man who proves to me that I am nothing more than a fool?