The True Return To Nature Is The

It Is With Noble Sentiments That Bad Literature Gets Written.

Oh, Would That My Mind Could Let Fall Its Dead Ideas, As The Tree Does Its Withered Leaves! And Without Too Many Regrets, If Possible! Those From Which The Sap Has Withdrawn. But, Good Lord, What Beautiful Colors!

Nothing Is More Fatal To Happiness Than The Remembrance Of Happiness.

The Most Gifted Natures Are Perhaps Also The Most Trembling.

The Reasons That Drive Me To Write Are Many And The Most Important Are The Most Secret, I Think. Perhaps Most Of All This: To Put Something Out Of Death's Reach.