Love Is The Most Terrible, And Also

Flowing Water Is At Once A Picture And A Music, Which Causes To Flow At The Same Time From My Brain, Like A Limpid And Murmuring Rivulet, Sweet Thoughts, Charming Reveries, And Melancholy Remembrances.

We Can Invent Only With Memory.

Let Us Try To See Things From Their Better Side: You Complain About Seeing Thorny Rose Bushes; Me, I Rejoice And Give Thanks To The Gods That Thorns Have Roses.

Friendship Between Two Women Is Always A Plot Against Another One.

One Expresses Well Only The Love He Does Not Feel.