Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
What am I doing here?
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.