Taste is the common sense of genius.
The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.
I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.
To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.
Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.
He would give all of his clothes to his servant, admonishing him NOT to return them until he had completed his day's work.