A woman is natural: that is to say, abominable. - Charles Baudelaire

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.

Doubt, or the absence of faith and naivete, is a vice peculiar to this age, for no one is obedient nowadays; and naivete, which means the dominance of temperament in the manner, is a gift from God, possessed by very few.