Artists Are Always Young.

It Is A Vulgar Error That Love, A Love, To Woman Is Her Whole Existence; She Is Born For Truth And Love In Their Universal Energy

... The Power Who Gave A Power, By Its Mere Existence, Signifies That It Must Be Brought Out Towards Perfection.

After Having Admired The Women Of Rome, Say To Yourself, 'i Too Am Beautiful!' ... In You I Met A Real Person. I Need Not Give You Any Other Praise.

The Mind Is Not, I Know, A Highway, But A Temple, And Its Doors Should Not Be Carelessly Left Open.

Beware Of Over-great Pleasure In Being Popular Or Even Beloved. As Far As An Amiable Disposition And Powers Of Entertainment Make You So, It Is A Happiness; But If There Is One Grain Of Plausibility, It Is Poison.