Botany Is The Art Of Insulting Flowers

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.

One Expresses Well Only The Love He Does Not Feel.

We Can Invent Only With Memory.

A Woman Who Writes Commits Two Sins; She Increases The Number Of Books, And Decreases The Number Of Women.

The More The Change, The More It Is The Same Thing.