Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.
Writing
There is nothing I detest so much as the contortions of these great time-and-lip servers, these affable dispensers of meaningless embraces, these obliging utterers of empty words, who view every one in civilities
Relationships, People, Society
The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.
Life, World
Trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.
Inspirational, Patience
A learned fool is more a fool than an ignorant fool.
Intelligence, Ignorance, Education
Its as if you think you'd never findReason and the Sacred intertwined
Faith, Reason
La musique est accoutumée à ne point faire ce qu'on veut.
Music
I become quite melancholy and deeply grieved to see men behave to each other as they do. Everywhere I find nothing but base flattery, injustice , self-interest, deceit and roguery. I cannot bear it any longer; I'm furious; and my intention is to break with all mankind.
People, Society, Flattery
We ought to punish pitilessly that shameful pretence of friendly intercourse. I like a man to be a man, and to show on all occasions the bottom of his heart in his discourse. Let that be the thing to speak, and never let our feelings be beneath vain compliments
People, Society, Friendly
If perchance a friend should betray you; if he forms a subtle plot to get hold of what is yours; if people should try to spread evil reports about you, would you tamely submit to all this without flying into a rage?
Life, Friend, Evil
Reason is not what decides love.
Romance