The Only Paradise Is Paradise Lost.

The Heart Does Not Lie.

Everybody Calls "clear" Those Ideas Which Have The Same Degree Of Confusion As His Own.

A Picture's Beauty Does Not Depend On The Things Portrayed In It.

When From A Long Distant Past Nothing Subsists After The Things Are Broken And Scattered, The Smell And Taste Of Things Remain.

One Becomes Moral As Soon As One Is Unhappy.