One must not trifle with love.
Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives
Hast thou found out, Voltaire, that it is bliss to die, And does thy hideous smile over thy bleached bones fly?
Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.
Perfection does not exist. To understand this is the triumph of human intelligence to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.
Experience is the name men give to their follies or their sorrows.
Christianity ruined emperors but saved peoples.
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.
To give you an idea of my state of mind I can not do better than compare it to one of those rooms we see nowadays in which are collected and mingled the furniture of all times and countries. Our age h...