Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.

Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.

One of the hardest labours of the just man is to expunge from his soul a malevolence which it is difficult to efface.

To think is of itself to be useful; it is always and in all cases a striving toward God.

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

What makes night within us may leave stars.