Horus non numero nisi serenas (I count only the sunny hours).

Painting gives the object itself; poetry what it implies. Painting embodies what a thing contains in itself; poetry suggests what exists out of it, in any manner connected with it.

There is an unseemly exposure of the mind, as well as of the body.

A lively blockhead in company is a public benefit. Silence or dulness by the side of folly looks like wisdom.

Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.

To give a reason for anything is to breed a doubt of it.

It is better to be able neither to read nor write than to be able to do nothing else.