It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
A multitude of small delights constitute happiness
Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.