There is no prejudice that the work of art does not finally overcome.
Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason.
The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
The most gifted natures are perhaps also the most trembling.
To read a writer is for me not merely to get an idea of what he says, but to go off with him and travel in his company.
They establish distinctions and reserves which I cannot apply to myself, for I exist only as a whole; my only claim is to be natural, and the pleasure I feel in an action, I take as a sign that I ought to do it.