The more a race is governed by its passions, the less it has acquired the habit of cautious and reasoned argument, the more intense will be its love of music.

Friendship has its illusions no less than love.

The difference breeds hatred.

At a distance, we cannot conceive of the authority of a despot who knows all his subjects on sight.

Spring appears and we are once more children.

Our true passions are selfish.

Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.