There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.

Tyrants never perish from tyranny, but always from folly,-when their fantasies have built up a palace for which the earth has no foundation.

It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved--is it not? But never so delightful as when fresh tears are on them.

The vain poet is of the opinion that nothing of his can be too much: he sends to you basketful after basketful of juiceless fruit, covered with scentless flowers.

O Music! how it grieves me that imprudence, intemperance, gluttony, should open their channels into thy sacred stream.

The habit of pleasing by flattery makes a language soft; the fear of offending by truth makes it circuitous and conventional.

No friendship is so cordial or so delicious as that of girl for girl; no hatred so intense and immovable as that of woman for woman.