How many years of fatigue and punishment it takes to learn the simple truth that work that disagreeable thing is the only way of not suffering in life or at all events of suffering less.
Music pierces the sky.
Prisoned in glass beneath my seals of red.
The Poet is a kinsman in the cloudsWho scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day;But on the ground, among the hooting crowds,He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.
The beginning of a novel: start a subject, no matter where, and to have the desire to finish, start with very beautiful phrases.
With heart at rest I climbed the citadel'sSteep height, and saw the city as from a tower,Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells,Where evil comes up softly like a flower.Thou knowest, O Satan, patro...
Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father,Your mother, your sister, or your brother?I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.Your friends?Now you use a word whose...
Almost all our evils arise from being unable to stay in our rooms, said another sage, Pascal.(Yanılmıyorsam Pascal, ‘neredeyse tüm mutsuzluklarımız odamızda kalmayı bilememiş olmamızdan geliyor başımı...
Dans ce trou noir ou lumineux vit la vie, rêve la vie, souffre la vie.
Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls,
Lost in this awful world, rubbing shoulders with the multitudes, I am like a tired man whose eye can't see behind him, in the deep years, anything but disillusion and bitterness, and in front of him,...
The Desire To PaintUnhappy perhaps is the man, but happy the artist, who is torn with this desire.I burn to paint a certain woman who has appeared to me so rarely, and so swiftly fled away, like some...
To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but...
Tu,care-mi legeni somnul cu mângâieri uşoareSă nu ştii niciodată cumplitu-mi nenorocNici taina scrisă-n mine cu litere de foc!De patimă mi-e silă şi orice gând mă doare…
Who in the face of love dares speak to me of Hell!-
«¡Oh, mentes candorosas!»Para que no se olvide el tema capital,por doquier hemos visto sin haberlo buscado,de lo excelso a lo bajo de la escala fatal,el tedioso espectáculo del inmortal pecado:»la muj...
Inspiration comes of working every day.
Be always drunken.Nothing else matters:that is the only question.If you would not feelthe horrible burden of Timeweighing on your shouldersand crushing you to the earth,be drunken continually.Drunken...
Fruit free of any bruises, not yet broken open, / With flesh so firm and smooth, it cried out to be eaten!
I'm not saying that the world will be reduced to expedient means and ridiculous disorder of the South American republics, - that we could maybe even return to savagery, and walk through the overgrown...
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