Gossiping Is The Plague Of Little Towns.

We Must Love Stupid People Better Than Ourselves; Are They Not The Really Unfortunate Ones Of This World? Do Not People Without Taste And Without Ideal Grow Constantly Weary, Rejoicing In Nothing, And Being Quite Useless Here Below?

Vanity Is The Most Despotic And Iniquitous Of Masters, And I Can Never Be The Slave Of My Own Vices.

Where Love Is Absent There Can Be No Woman.

No Human Creature Can Give Orders To Love.

The Life Of Great Geniuses Is Nothing But A Sublime Storm.