Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope

I Would Like To Be Like My Father And All The Rest Of My Ancestors Who Never Married.

There Is No Fate More Distressing For An Artist Than To Have To Show Himself Off Before Fools, To See His Work Exposed To The Criticism Of The Vulgar And Ignorant.

New-born Desires, After All, Have Inexplicable Charms, And All The Pleasure Of Love Is In Variety.

Our Minds Need Relaxation, And Give Way Unless We Mix With Work A Little Play.

It's True Heaven Forbids Some Pleasures, But A Compromise Can Usually Be Found.